Last night I went out with the girls from work again. I took my 2 girls over to my friend's house so they could babysit her little boy. (She made $50!-sure beats the $2 an hour I got when I used to babysit!)
Then we went over to another gals house where we met up with everyone and then headed down to the cowboy bar.
We had a "new" girl in a our group who actually works in another department. She just recently broke up with her boyfriend of a couple years and was in need of a fun night out on the town. Some how she ended up being our driver (big truck with enough seats). She didn't drink at all but was still a ton of fun. Just goes to show you don't have to be plastered to be fun.
She knew how to do the "fun" dance that the cowboys like to do at that bar. I was so jealous! I need to take some dancing lessons I think. It was like this minus all the lifts, dips, etc.
Anyhow, it was fun dancing for hours. I got home around 3 am after dropping off my friend and picking up my kids. Next time we are all just going to sleep on someone's floor since that was way too late!
And of course, I was wide awake at 7 am because
1. The HEAVY cat kept laying on me
2. The dog wanted to eat the heavy cat laying on me
3. Trevor was breathing and coughing in my face.
4. The other cat was laying on me after the dog chased the other one off
5. The dog had to pee.
Which resulted in me
1, Getting up
2. Taking a shower
3. Getting dressed
4. Laying on the couch
5. Reading my book
6. Falling asleep while reading my book
I'm all kind of awesome when I'm tired.