I’m now guilty of Blogging Under the Influence.
Yep, four beers (shouldn’t it technically be beer since you don’t put the ‘s’ on deer?) – that’s all it takes to get my cheeks all warm and red.
I don’t really have any more to say – I just thought it would be fun to blog while buzzed. (Although I’m sure I’ll regret it later. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had to backspace to correct my intoxicated typos!)
I really wanted to write about the 2 and a half hours of my life that I can’t ever get back after I let a Kirby vacuum salesman into our house. (I really wanted to tell you about it but I’m afraid I really needed the beer after the experience. Stay tuned for the next post on why you shouldn’t ever answer your door to people you don’t know – that is unless you entered the Publishers Clearing House or the person has your amazon.com order or a bouquet of flowers!)
Are You Zhazha? 
Two and a half hours! That's insane!! I hope he at least vacuumed your entire house for your during that time. (Holding up imaginary bottle o' beer) Clink! Cheers!
Yeah, you would think my house would be spotless but he just kept sweeping the same areas, over and over and over again. It was a nightmare. It was so hard having to make sure the kids weren't killing themselves while I tried to listen to his pitch about why I want to spend $1500+ on the state-of-the-art Kirby. Exhausting.
You are too nice and too funny! Wish I was there to chug a few with ya! Salude!
I remember once when I was in college, I let in some Mormons (or something like that) and then promptly whizzed off to class…leaving 2 of my roommates behind. TeeHee.