Friday, June 11, 2010

Some Things Never Change.

It's a running joke in my family that I wasn't exactly Betty Homemaker back in my single days. Sure, I could whip up the occasional Banana Bread (Grandma's recipe...omg thee best) and my tuna noodle cassserole would literally make your momma cry.

However, at least once a week my dinner would be (not kidding) an entire box of Stove Top and an entire bottle of red wine. It was glorious. And usually on Wednesdays. I'd give myself a mani/pedi, rock some self tanner (oh, the glories of frolicking around 1466 butt ass naked, dancing to Journey without a care in the world for whatever was jiggling), boil 2 cups of water, add some dried bread/spices and pop open le Shiraz. Best. Nights. Ever.

Tonight? Joey's at a Tigers' game with some of his hombres. Infant is asleep and Momma's sippin' a margarita and eatin' a bowl of buttered noodles.

My life is awesome.

Also? Hamster story is next. Promise.

2 comments:

Jackie D. said...

There has been many a night where Tim & I ate buttered noodles for dinner. Tim prefers Parmesano on top. I prefer salt & pepper :)

Eve said...

A night to yourself is so fabulous! I'm a fan. I'm also a big fan of your blog!