Frickin Sick Day

My 10 y-old daughter woke up with the fever, crabby, body pain. So she stayed home from school. When I went to take my son to school, I had left the lights on so my vehicle didn't start. After much swearing and an immediate headache I called both schools to say "the Kleiner kids are on hiatus today" and went inside the house to a day filled with army men noises, sappy ass Disney movies that make me want to die, and a baby off kilter from all the excitement.

But oh blessed Lord, you have made provisions for your humble and sarcastic servant and preordained from the beginning of the month that tonight I shall wear lipstick, wash my hair and leave the Kleiner chaos for drinks with my girls. The Pink Door--7pm. I'm even going to class it up a bit and forgo the usual Jack n Coke for something girly and delisch...any ideas?

Thank you Miss Charin for being our designated driver.

I promise I have more substance to me than this...I wil write something glowing and heavenly as soon as the alcohol from this evening wears off. Though that does remind me of the term "drunk-dialing" from my Alaska drinking days. I'll try to avoid drunk-blogging and save us all the embarrassment.