Drunk Mommy: Edwin St. Aubyn: At Last

I must confess I only blog when I have had four Vodka Belvedere's with water, Perrier, or Diet Coke. This is one of those moments in time. I have the luxury of 20 hours at home. No one to make a fool of myself in front of. I do not drink in public except maybe the occasional 1 or two.

My father is getting remarried. It has been 4 years since my mother has passed on. He is frankly no good at no one telling him what to do. He needs a wife, a companion, someone to be a generous hero to... and he has all that money he "easily" earns. What is he going to do with it... fund his younger daughter (not me who does not need it thank you very much) with it?

So he is getting married, and she is a good choice. And I suddenly can't shake the feeling that my brother-in-law receives this as a silent, undeclared RSS feed. OH god, I hope I am not sobering up! There was so much I wanted to say... about my new love for the Edwin St. Aybyn trilogy and how many feelings it evokes. People of privileged and all his descriptive metaphors and all that. Ugh, too sobering up.

Maybe my husband full of appropriate gravitas and accomplishments is right... there is no need to declare one's diary. One should just accomplish and strive to leave the world a better place than when one entered it. Ugh... #Child&ThenHousewifeWithAnEdgeForBusinessWhoCurrentlyFeelsEntirelyUseless #PerfectPracticalMommyWhoCanTellASaltyJokeWhenTheKidsLeave

http://pinkaliciousintentions.blogspot.com - out (drops microphone loudly on the floor, smiles seductively, and exits stage left) #TurnDownForWhat