Once upon a time I was known as Fargs. Fargs was a good time. She was the go to girl if you wanted to have a few drinks and a lot of laughs. Nary a Friday night passed without a drink or two, maybe a house party or a trip to the bar. Want to party til 4 in the morning? I was your girl? 6 a.m., why not? Bring it.
Cut to a Friday night in 2009. I just washed all my floors. Including my large living room floor on my hands and knees. I folded some laundry and put it away before that. Did some filing, so to speak and have plans to later go through the flyers and make a list of which sales I'd like to try and hit tomorrow.
What the fuck?!
The craziest thing I've done tonight is partake of this lovely little cocktail sitting here in front of me (vodka and cranberry Gingerale is delightful). And at most I'll have two because I have to be up at 6:30 a.m. tomorrow due to various sporting engagements (not my own).
Sigh. Where have all the good times gone?
Part of the reason for my fierce house cleaning tonight is a) my husband isn't home so I always get more done and b) last weekend my husband's very nice aunt came and watched our children for us overnight and c) she very likely partook in a flea dip and looked into getting her Twinrex (sp?) shot after spending the night in our home. As I've mentioned before, we've got the four kids and both work full time. I don't know if I have bothered to mention we also have a Golden Retriever and two cats. The hair in here is like something out of a horror movie. We had to leave unexpectedly and it wasn't a trip for pleasure so my usual obsessive compulsive clean up before anybody enters our home wasn't able to happen...it wasn't pretty. Now my husband's aunt is an awesome lady. She's so nice and would never dream of mentioning the shape our home was in but I can't get it out of my head. Hence the guilty clean. Oh I've done it more than once. Someone will show up unexpectedly and our house is gross (which is more often than not) and then within either minutes to a day or two of them leaving I do a full scale attack on the house. And inevitably we don't have company again for two months and/or until the house is back to it's "charming" self.
But I digress....the whole point of this was I think I killed Fargs. And damnit, I liked her.