Listen..listen...I'm drunk.

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So. I went to the grcoery store. I went, and I embraced my recent obsession with all things Mango. I found the Mangorita by Buglight, and did NOT read the alochol content (8%) and I just wanted to try it. Just a taste. So...I bought the 25 ounce one.

I am half way there, trying to mae this necklace for a possible wedding piece or something for y brides maids.

I have accidentally stabbed my lip with one of the needles 2 times.

Drunk beading: more danergous than one would thing.

Steve has rolled his pancreatic eyes at me a couple times, but I have told him to fuck off.

I ate like a banshee this weekend. Seriously friends. It was a Friday night of TWO things of Ramen. Yes. TWO STEVE.Also...Tedd Grams...and in the morning following a hostess cup cake duo.

Look. It happened. It wasn't as delicious as I thought it may have been, but then again, I was drunk....then as well.

I am going out of town this weekend (Friday-Monday) for a professional development conference, which is typically filled with eating out and drinking a lot of wine. What I will not do is eat candy. NO CANDY. None. Shit is dead to me.

Now. Tell me friends. Why the shit isn't the nutritional information on the single cans of Mangoritas that they sell??? I have not idea how many calories I have ingested from this delicious mango experience.

OH! And...the weight watchers thing: didn't work. Nope. I am sucking at keeping track of my shit.

However, Pole is still the business. It is so much fun, and I am not terrible at it. And my teacher is like the coolest person ever. I want to be best friends with her.

That's not creepy.

I am going to go back to trying not to stab my lip while I finish this necklace.

Love to your mother.

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