So what are the odds 7-11 will sell me beer at 12:30, oh ya and I don't have shoes on I lost them putting the boys to sleep... Well testing theory now.. I'm 50/50 on ability to buy a beer. Bree Briggs is laughing.. not only did i not have shoes on when i bought beer, i looked like a slob... part of me wishes they didnt want to sell me the beer... i kinda wanted to have a grown up argument
sometimes after a long yet fun night at Chuck E Cheese you have that midnight desire... a cold frosty one.. the kids are in bed.. the husband is a jackass and a beer in a nice mug sounds like quite the indulgence...
So fear not. You have now reached a certain age where it is not only appropriate for a mother to leave the house looking a distaster it is almost desired. Crawl out from your laundry pile, run to 7-11 or if your feeling extra adventerours saddle on up to a barstool.
You look free and liberated. And past a certain time people just dont bother you.. Unless you truly desire a grown up argument.. which i may suggest "Nuh-uh" is quite a comeback
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