I may be a li’l drunk… yeah… let’s see if I can get this post written regardless.
We’re having a busy weekend. I got up very early and went grocery shopping. Been doing stuff around the house and on the porch, lots of commission work as well, and my new bike came today! Christopher was sweet enough to put it together for me:
It’s actually really, REALLY awesome. I love it.
For dinner, I made ham and cheese croissant sandwiches with a coating of melted butter, Worcestershire sauce and Dijon mustard:
They turned out great!
I’m surprised by how tipsy this got me… I had less than a full can of Rosé. Less than a normal can of soda size. I don’t drink much these days so maybe my tolerance has gone down. I know the Depakote I take for my seizures intensifies the effects of alcohol, always has, but lately, a single mini-bottle of Moscato will do me in. What the heck? Last night I felt the way I do after 3 glasses of wine. Maybe it’s just me getting older.
It’s fine, just annoying because I just have this feeling that no one believes how drunk I actually get/thinks I’m faking it. I think people already thought that when I was practically on the floor at 3 wine glasses. Now I feel halfway there with just this.😩
Anyway I can’t keep my eyes open anymore so bedtime it is.