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CityGirl a/k/a FlirtyGirl · Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:01 pm Post subject: Last Night

Well, yesterday I really did it. My daughter is gone with her uncle fishing (she is probably tanning), my son is home, but he stays on his computer all the time, so I decided yesterday afternoon I would have me a few beers. I found this White Belgium beer that I really like, so I get me a six-pack. After I drink these, I'm pretty happy. Almost time to go to bed, it's a little early, around 7:00ish, but I'm thinking I stayed up almost all night Friday, so I should get to bed a little early. I take an ambien. This is when the fun started. I do remember thinking I needed to give myself a pedicure, so get all the stuff out and do. I remember needing to change the razor blade in the scraper, so I'm pretty sure that is what I was doing when I cut my thumb (but it's not bad). After that, pretty much nothing until I woke up on the couch at 1:00 a.m. All of my toes were painted with fingernail polish, not just the nails, mind you, but the entire topside of the toes, and there were little swirlys of fingernail polish on the sides of my feet and on my ankles, quite artistic. Looked like something a 4 year old would do! I accuse my son of doing it while I'm asleep. He looks at my feet and bursts out laughing hysterically. Meanwhile, I want to have a cigarette, can't find them. I accuse my son of throwing them away. More hysterical laughter. Then I vaguely remember being concerned that son would get cigarettes and throw them away (he doesn't like it if I smoke) so I hid them, only at this point in time I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE ON EARTH I HID THEM AT! (Still haven't found them).

Oh yeah, somewhere in the middle of all this I decided I needed to be more tan, and I must have kept putting on self tanner over and over (as the new tube is almost completely gone now). But, I'm looking much tanner!

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