Thursday, November 19, 2009
That's what friends are for...
Why is it that I have no desire to hang out with my friends who don't have kids?
I get all these invitations and emails for coffee or holiday parties at bars...and I groan. Is it the thought of drinking and having to pump in an inebriated state. (Because I am such a boozer) Or is it because I'm tired as H E double hockeysticks?
Or is it because, by no fault of their own, they don't have any interest or clue as to what my days are like and I really would rather spend the time talking about my BabyAngels obsessively?
Yes.
I get all these invitations and emails for coffee or holiday parties at bars...and I groan. Is it the thought of drinking and having to pump in an inebriated state. (Because I am such a boozer) Or is it because I'm tired as H E double hockeysticks?
Or is it because, by no fault of their own, they don't have any interest or clue as to what my days are like and I really would rather spend the time talking about my BabyAngels obsessively?
Yes.
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