The Patience Of A Saint

I got a little tipsy last night... Ok.. I got SMASHED. I don't do it on a regular basis, but every once in awhile I get blitzed. Jabba volunteered to pick me up and take me to work, so then I knew I was free and clear to have a good time! :) I worked, had fun with friends and by the end of the night I was on my ear!

B, being the patient soul that he is, loaded me into his car, along with my 2nd oldest son. Mitch's girlfriend was supposed to pick him up from the bar but she fell asleep, so we took him home. I was admittedly obnoxious in the car, and even called the cop that I used to "see". Oh boy! B was cool with all of it until I called the cop "baby" on the phone. He then growled at me and said, "I am baby. He is Mr. Officer Sir." LOL LOL LOL I was WAY out of line to call the jerk in the first place, but he had been texting me all night and asked me to call when I was off work. Normally I wouldn't consider calling him at all, but in my stupid drunkenness I called. What a moron...

We dropped my son off and drove home, and B was a doll. He should've been mad at me, but he knows how much I love him and he's secure in that. THANK GOD. I apologized all over the place as I squatted in our front yard for a quick pee. YES - I was DRUNK. B kept trying to convince me that I could make it to our bathroom, but I squatted. Oh Lord... Is there nothing I won't do when I am drunk?? And I'm sharing it here???? Geeez....

The man is a saint, but I think he got a reward for his behavior too, if I am remembering correctly..... LOL

I'm going to be a good girl for a long time now. I got that out of my system. Just old demons and pain cropping back up.