Just the other night, our power went out around 8pm. (Yes, I paid my power bill)
We heard a huge exploding sound, then just like that no power.
I had just gotten out of the shower, decided to relax on line for a bit. As soon as I log on to Facebook, BOOM, no power.
The Husband and I previously had agreed to allow my 12 yr old to have a friend spend the night. His place also lost power, so we figured what the heck, he can still come over.
My daughters call this friend Bob, his name is Maurice.
So about 15 minutes in to us not having power, I get annoyed. (Patience has never been my best trait)
“How much longer is this going to take” “Ugh, so annoying” “What are we suppose to do now?” “Tonight just keeps getting worse, my phone battery is going to die”
Yeah, I can be a spoiled brat at times huh?
I decided to have a few drinks. And when I say “a few drinks” I probably mean about 8.
I also decided to have these drinks while The Husband was reading our girls bible stories.
I am so going to hell aren’t I?
As he was reading to the girls about Noah’s Ark, I am drunk texting my 19 yr old. Who happened to be out for the night.
The “drunk text” was nothing creepy or anything like that. No need to donate money to his therapy fund. I was just bugging him, because I was bored out of my freaking mind.
After The Husband finished with the bible stories, both girls just sat there with this glazed look over their face. Like they did not understand anything they just heard.
(Makes mental note to get them more involved in church!)
Then, my 8 yr old daughter, the one who is “special needs” the one who I tend to worry the most about, said the funniest line ever.
“So what are we supposed to do now, sit around and talk like a normal family?”
I seriously spit my vodka out of my mouth when she said that…..and, I was quite proud. She is quick with the one liners huh?
So then, The Husband suggested we all tell scary stories. (No, he was not drinking, only me)
The Husband starts it off, but his story was dumb. Only because it was told to him by his sister. He kept saying “The way my sister tells it is much better”
Yes, I would hope so, because when you tell a scary story, you cannot keep saying “and if I remember correctly this is what happened, but I am not sure”
Then it was my turn to tell a scary story. I told about an old house that my parents used to live in and my brother thought was haunted, except I kind put my own little twist on it. Okay, I lied. I mean I already had 5 drinks in me, I do not remember the stories my brother told me, so I made up my own.
The older kids got scared (Score!)
My daughters looked at me like I was a moron, and then asked “Can we go to sleep now?”
Okay, so the finale of the night. I seriously get into an argument with “Bob” (who is only 10 by the way)
We started talking about football. His favorite team, Dallas Cowboys.
Now…if you know ANYTHING about me, you know aside from loving my vodka, I also love my NY GIANTS. And, if you know anything about football, you know the GIANTS and the Cowboys are huge rivals.
So it was on. I have no shame in going up against a 10 yr old!
Me~ Bob, what is the name of the quarterback for the Cowboys?
Bob~ Ummm, it’s Romeo.
Me~ WRONG!!!! Tony Romo, you are not a fan, you are jumping on whatever bandwagon you think is out there for the Cowgirls.
Bob~ But they won more Superbowls than your team.
Me~ Okay, look back, tell me the year MY team won their last Superbowl, then tell me the year the Cowgirls won their last Superbowl. Game over, I win. I win, I win. Boo-yah!!! I win, I win,
at this point The Husband had to come intervene…..and my 12 yr old son is probably ready for therapy.
Now, it’s time for bed. The power is still not on, so everyone is crashing in the living room. I have to sleep with one eye open because I think I pissed “Bob” off.
Well, maybe one more drink.