Remember when....
Waking up late, windows open, fresh breeze.
1 o'clock mimosas, 2 o'clock drunk, 3 o'clock up in the air.
Surrounded by friends, falling over with laughter, smoking cigs.
The day lasted forever, it was the best one of the week.
Nap from to much champagne and tequila shots, wake up, hit up the gay club for a late drag show.
Fall asleep in the early A.M. ready for next week to do it all over again.
Reality Check...
Woke up late because Scout was a Nana's house, windows open, fresh breeze.
1 o'clock wondering when our girl will be home.
2 o'clock she is checking out her new fish tank and being cute as can be.
3 o'clock a temper tantrum.
Friends coming and going, laughter, maybe smoked a cig.
The day is going by so fast, as it always seems to do.
Nap time happened to late, now we are all paying the price.
No drag show, no shots, although there is always a possibility I will still go to sleep in the early A.M.
The crazy part. I totally pick reality over remember when. Hands. Fucking. Down.
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