Actually, I lied. I did cook something. We made Jell-o. This is how inept we are as adults: we had to call Eddie's mom to find out how to make the Jell-o even though I read the directions on the side of the box. We didn't know what to put it in. It was very difficult. But we did manage to make it.
When Eddie arrived home from the store, he had not only Sprite for mixing drinks, but also Cool Whip for the Jell-o AND scratch offs. The Cool Whip remained closed because I don't eat it and he didn't have any Jell-o. He in fact had never planned to eat the Jell-o but got stuck on the idea of how much he liked Redi-Whip, which the store did not have, and so we now have a tub of Cool Whip that will probably not be even opened let alone eaten in 2013.
The scratch-offs were a nice surprise. We'd won $12 a few days before, so he cashed them in for more chances.
Why
are
we
both
smiling?
Because we won!
For some reason, Eddie made his own drink. I don't know how this happened. I was in the middle of making mine--ice, Disaronno,Prosecco, mmm--when he ran through the house coughing his brains out. Between coughs, he was blurting out, I'm a lightweight! I'm a lightweight! I was like, how much vodka did you pour? He was like, only a drop! What the?
Then I realized--Hey, did you put it in first or last? Of course he answered, Last. I was like, Maybe you want to stir that up so that the vodka isn't the top layer, hmm? After that, it was much better.
Mine was good but too strong. I guess I'm a lightweight, too. So I poured a bit of Sprite on top to cut it and oooh, it was delicious.
Cut to about an hour later. Eddie's glass is full and mine is empty. He said, I really don't think I'm a drinker. Ya think?
Wearing jammies on New Year's Eve tops wearing a tight dress and boots. |
Mystery spot on the couch |
I was almost drunk but we both made it to midnight and rang in the New Year by watching Jenny McCarthy kiss a random military man in Times Square. And isn't that what New Year's Eve is all about?
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