What's in that stuff anyways?

Sky was having a sleepover at a friend’s house and we were getting wild’n crazy by sitting around watching America’s Most Wanted. Ryan showed up out of the blue with a funeral director to escort us to his holiday party with a white trash theme. We do live in Price Hill after all. The mortician brought us a toe tag to hang on our Xmas tree. How did she know that was the one decoration we were missing to perfect the tree?

We made the long trek to the party…you know, like 4 houses down the street. We couldn’t stay long since Mau is on his work schedule. Of course that didn’t stop him from downing some jello shots and a *cough cough* green apple Zima. I indulged too so I’m pretty smashed.

There’s nothing like walking into a kitchen full of strangers to hear “OMG, you’re the one with all the DDR equipment! You got my wife addicted, it’s all your fault.”. He wasn’t being dicky, he just wanted to know where to get a metal pad. Sue had it hooked up with color coded jello shots (kid-friendly and adults only), fried cheese wontons, tons of cookies and dippables. We had fun and at least if Mau posts tonight and we question his sobriety, we will know the answer.