Should one blog when slightly inebreiated?
The answer is..
Yeees! Or ehm, no, aaahmmm maybe? I don’t know. Lets give it a try and you tell me. I think the proof will be – as they say – in the pudding.
What started out as a noble plan to clean the apartment accompanied by my music from my new stereo (spotify RULES) and a few glasses of wine has ended up as a night of: wine, sushi and great chats! Dude, you know who you are! But no cleaning what-so-ever! So apartment is still a dirty mess (yes the dust bunnies have mutated into dust rhinos – and they are pissed).
Tomorrow (or today) is looking to be filled with rhino hunting, and I am petrified. Which means I need to find that blowgun, those waders and a case of wunderbaum. A-hunting I will go; A-hunting I will go!
And to make matters worse, I have not begun to think of planning for Xmas, have bought no presents, I haven’t even begun to think of what kind of crap I should get for those that I love. Blæææh I have no Xmas spirit! You know what I need?
A wife!
Yes one of those straight out of the 50′s, greets me at the door with a drink, takes my hat (I would start wearing a hat) and coat, makes sure that I can relax with my newspaper and my pipe (yeah, would need to start smokin’ a pipe), the kids come and greet me quietly, while (s)he gets dinner on the table… aaaaahhh…
Maybe I can wish for one for Xmas? Santa, I have been a good girl, really I have, bring me a wife (‘s ok if the wife is a he and he is cute and wears a little apron trust me I won’t complain) 
That and a jewelry box.
It is time for bed, and I am hoping that this 1/2 bottle of Barbera D’alba swilling around my brain will give me sweet dreams. It has been a great Friday night, better than I hoped for – I’ll say that now, because I am not so sure I’ll feel the same in the morning.
