It's probably not a good idea to blog while you are shit-canned, but here goes...

I had a fabulous day, and I had a perfect evening. I sat on my patio with an old pal and a bottle of wine. He also gave me a new quote to use- and oh, will I use it..."I'd rather suck c$ck than breathe!" Why didn't I come up with that?

So, today- I cleaned, I mothered, I drank. Woohoo. Tomorrow I have a date with a gentlemen I call fortydork. He is wealthy, somewhat charming, and apparently funny- but he looks like he'd work with my father. I am meeting him for martinis, and I am looking forward to it. I have a little black dress with just the proper amount of cleavage, and the little black CFMP's... I am so hot- why didn't anyone bother to tell me? With my ultra-healthy system, I glow. Almost like pregancy, but without the fat. Check me out. I hope I like him as much as he is going to like me.

Smug? Did I hear someone say smug? No, my dear- it's simply wine and the attitude that all of us fabulous women should carry when approaching yet another prey..I mean, man. Heh.