tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post5642638296258986335..comments2023-05-19T06:39:42.904-04:00Comments on Midlife Mediocrity: Bring it , 2012!Leigh Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049939681098586299noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-58519609224485009832012-02-01T13:30:11.389-05:002012-02-01T13:30:11.389-05:00I didn't realize I was drunk until I stood up....I didn't realize I was drunk until I stood up. Trust me. I was beyond wasted. And I'm never drunk (seriously, it's genetic). And I stand behind my claim that those drinks were stroooooong!Leigh Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03049939681098586299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-25998243619858151462012-02-01T13:28:53.109-05:002012-02-01T13:28:53.109-05:00I wasn't fun in high school. Trust me! I too...I wasn't fun in high school. Trust me! I took myself waaaayyyy to seriously!Leigh Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03049939681098586299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-14464142153117921522012-02-01T13:05:16.879-05:002012-02-01T13:05:16.879-05:00Also, why weren't we bffs in high school? I d...Also, why weren't we bffs in high school? I do not get that at all.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13350395497262869275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-2983247117682796182012-02-01T13:04:30.915-05:002012-02-01T13:04:30.915-05:00What's wrong with me? I didn't even think...What's wrong with me? I didn't even think she was all that drunk. Tipsy. Not in a condition to drive all the way back to where ever it is she lives, but not hammered. Maybe I was drunk.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13350395497262869275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-76965071498533672132012-01-31T12:31:07.455-05:002012-01-31T12:31:07.455-05:00wow.
good times LAB.
i didnt mention it, but wel...wow.<br /><br />good times LAB.<br /><br />i didnt mention it, but well done to your tigers. nothing is more fun than being at a game where your team is kicking all the ass.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17255628836689794311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-84136518991558501172012-01-30T14:39:05.046-05:002012-01-30T14:39:05.046-05:00@Hoss: I continue to blame your delightful mother...@Hoss: I continue to blame your delightful mother for my drunken escapade. Somehow I just *know* it's all her fault!Leigh Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03049939681098586299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-6805525953738968772012-01-30T14:25:41.284-05:002012-01-30T14:25:41.284-05:00I'm pretty sure that in all my years of drinki...I'm pretty sure that in all my years of drinking, FRT has never told me that I'm too drunk. He was usually vomiting or peeing his bed at that point. Mrs. FRT, on the other hand, has actually seen to it that I was nearly too drunk to live. And she may have peed my pants - we're not sure.Hossnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411040673759524953.post-80369182251246790272012-01-30T13:22:01.373-05:002012-01-30T13:22:01.373-05:00Bad decisions are excellent tool for what not to d...Bad decisions are excellent tool for what not to do in the future. That's the best I've got.<br />I would LOVE a Cape Cod (cranberry and vodka - mmmmm) right now! It's only 1 here, too. <br />Hope you're feeling better, and I'm glad you're relatively well!sybil lawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629349319977383547noreply@blogger.com