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So, time for some Adventures of the Week.

Thursday was boring. Everyone got up wayyyy too early, waited at airports for wayyy too long and eyed the High Terrorist Risk sign wayyy too much and spent wayyy too much time wondering how likely it was for LSE to be hit.

Friday was better. N and I were sitting around when we thought, “You know what? We could be drinking.” Yeah, we start at 3:00pm here. Hey, you’re only young once. And you only have a babysitter for both kids once every 82 days. I’ll drink to that.

And we did. We started with gin, that sneaky little devil. Later in the night we progressed to wine because it just so happens that N loves wine. I was drunk enough by that point that I didn’t care. Only I did. A little. A part of me was crying for Bacardi. Then we started playing shotglass checkers. With blue Pucker and Peach schnapps that were about as warm as it could get. Excuse me while I shudder and gag. It was a disgusting experience. I lost but it was a close game. As such, the rest of the night is a bit fuzzy for me.

Saturday. The mean boys tore us out of bed at 8:00am to head off to Minnesota. Where? Why, the Mall of America. Who came up with that stupid idea? Me? Dammit.

Oh, but the great news that totally changed my day? I bought a new pair of jeans. And I fit back into a size 5. And then I got home and realized they’re a little loose and I could’ve gotten a 3.

Yeah, I got to go do my happy dance now.