Utter Shit

Only it is.

Tired.  Very, very tired.  My entire day is revolving around how quickly I can make it back to bed.

Friday was a party until 3 am.  Saturday, a divine wine country wedding reception complete with some of my favorite people in the world.  Today I was working by 9:30, cleaning the house at 11 and then back to work at 1.  I am now sitting at the worlds loudest open house.  There are 2 gentlemen using power tools on the stairway outside.  Thankfully, I am not hungover, just exhausted.  I will give it one more hour and if they are not done, I think I will head back home to get in my pj’s.

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I came home around 11 and all the garage doors in my little area were open.  I pulled into my own garage and as I was fumbling for the key the midnight knocker strolls up after a visit to the trash cans.  I had been hoping to avoid him since Friday night was so fucking weird and I was so fucking drunk.  I gave a little wave as I got the door open and fled to the privacy of my own home.  Awkward!

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I found out Bachelor #2’s name.  It happens to be the same name as the young pup from early last year, but Bach #2 shall be known from here forward (as if this story is going anywhere other than my own dreams and wishes?!) as The Wine Snob.  My drunk ass forgot about his wine snobbish ways.  And how he told me I would start to care about wine once I was 35.   Sigh….sadly he underestimates my love for cheap beer and vodka.

Anyway….I need to question my neighbor about him without appearing to be interested.  Why I cannot appear interested is beyond me.  But I am sort of interested.  At least enough to find out if he is a dick or not.

Pbbbbbbbt.  I need a nap and a life so I can stop obsessing over stupid boys who were only talking to me because I was one of 4 girls at a party and the ONLY single one.