whiski_sour | And, then score at the bar

Visited Hammie today. Mummy bought me an orange comforter and some green sheets to go with my room. *grins* Very good.

Also got to see Hobbit since my sister was over at her friend Beth's house with her. The kid is sick. Why are you dragging her all over hell?

We went over to Beth's to see if Mimzie would like to join us for lunch, but she didn't, so we took Hobbit with us instead.

Someone forgot to tell that kid she's sick. I told her, I said, "Hobbit-baby, you're sick. You're supposed to be cranky. Not so excitable and giggly."

So, I got to play with both of my girls. We ate tacos (not Hobbit though...she hasn't mastered the art of gumming things yet) and we had to give Hobbit her breathing treatment. Hobbit's already trying to sit up. She had amazing control of her head when she was born (so did Hammie) unlike most kids, who just kinda wobble around. Now, she bitches if you lay her down, and when you do have her sitting up (like in her swing), she reaches forward and grabs her pants in her hands and tilts her head forward like she's trying to pull herself up more. She's in a hurry to get big, just like Hammie was. We could all be in great danger.

I got home and put my new comforter on and dicked around until Dad came home. He decided that we were going out to dinner. So we went to Lonestar (goodbye to two days effort of being good). As we're looking over the menu, this converstaion takes place.

Me: I think I'm gonna get the filet and shrimp.
Dad: I'd like to see Long John Silver's six inch shrimp.
Me: Everyone would like to see Long John Silver's six inch shrimp.
Dad: Heh. If it's six inches it's not much to talk about.
Me: Not if it's six inches soft.
Dad: *starts laughing*
Me: Ya know most people don't have these kinds of conversations in public.
Dad: Most people don't have these kinds of conversations with their daughter.

I decided to get a beer. First of all, I didn't realize they served it to you in a glass instead of a bottle (I'm not exactly refined). And, secondly, I didn't realize what they called a "tall glass" was really a fish bowl. Not that it mattered. Though I told Dad, "I'm gonna piss before we leave here, and I got ten bucks that says I'm gonna have to piss by the time we get home." A 20 minute drive later, I had to piss like a fucking race horse. I swear beer is the only alcohol that does that to me. It also seems to get me drunk faster than anything else. I can sit there and drink that Skyy Blue stuff 'til the cows come home and never cop a buzz. But, I drink three beers, and I'm feelin' good. I drink three beers in 15 minutes and I suddenly have trouble walking down inclines of any kind. Beer goes straight to my legs and makes me walk funny. I'm perfectly sober sitting down though.

Now I'm sore and sleepy. I may cop out early tonight. Because I'm a happenin' young person, ya know.