I think I make him proud

These past couple of days Sarah has been visiting and, our friend Chuck has also been in town because he works for the same company Bud does, just in South Carolina. It has been two and a half days of ice cream, the pool, red wine, shopping and trying hard not to make an ass of myself in front of Bud's coworkers. Because he works there and, unlike me, has to continue to show up every morning, regardless of his girlfriend trying to kick someone in a parking lot. I guess it sounded good at the time but really I just don't remember. I did WHAT?! And then got mad when you tried to stop me? Please, please continue to stop me. In fact, next time just lock me in the truck before I order those last two shots of Southern Comfort. Do you want those iced? NO! I want them chilled! That's what I meant...iced. Yes, I was even probably on the bartender's nerves. Last night Bud's company hosted a big barbeque and as Sarah and I showed up in our lovely dresses, I told her I was just waiting for the moment when I fell over into the lake and mooned everyone. You might laugh but not when it is YOUR REALITY. Luckily this time nothing like that happened except for when I leaned into one of Bud's coworkers for a hug. A hug. That I think he had no intention of giving me.