Friday, January 16, 2009

Mr. Know-It-All

So yesterday I told the boys it was time to do their homework and Eddie protested. "I already know everything so I don't need to homework!"

I knew he was advanced, but I didn't realize he was a teenager already.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

So last night, Steph got drunk...

For many people, this wouldn't be a big deal. But let's put this in perspective. The last time I saw her drunk was in 1999. I know this because it's such a rare thing. Anyway, and the last time, I was also drunk.

Because she's a seldom-to-never drinker, it didn't take much to push her over the edge. Three or four shots of God-knows-what. I'm happy to report that she is a happy drunk. A very happy drunk. I, however, was filled with worry and concern that she was going to feel horrible today. I kept giving her glasses of water, which she dutifully drank. People kept giving me the hairy eyeball and telling me not to get mad at her. As if. In a way it was nice to see her really let go. Or it would have been if I hadn't been so busy worrying about how she was going to come down from this.

After we got home, she began to have a tinge of regret. She realized that our young teenage niece had seen her tipsy and that made her feel bad. I assured her that she wasn't that far off her normal nuttiness.

But in the end, the whole episode reaffirmed my feelings about inebriation. Which is, it's not worth it. It always seems to come with a side order of regret, even if you don't wake up hung over. Plus, it's not something you can just turn off, like, "OK, I'm done being drunk now. Sober me up!"

Still, if one of us getting drunk every decade or so is what it takes to remind us why we don't do it more often, it's cool with me.

Plus, let's face it, she WAS pretty funny.