Did I need an Intervention? (not that kind..., but the kind of intervention from my sad despair.) Hey, my interventioners brought the beer! and I drank it! Yea. I know! go figure! We played the ole college drinkin' game. You know the one .. where you slap your hands on the table as fast as you can, then you make your silly sign- of your choice- and then quickly try to remember and emulate some other fool's sign-of their choice- or else you have to.. you know.. drink ! Well, first, I happen to have quick responses that only improve with large doses of alcohol.... and second ..alcohol makes me very fluid in my movements so when trying to make a gang sign followed by grabbing my own crotch.. I would never mess up!! thus leaving me the only sober player all nite!!!...(um .. cough..cough ..um). Ok,ok.. I know what you are thinking..we all know that alcohol doesn't solve any ones problems any longer than it takes for the hangover to set in. (My hangover sets in before I stop drinking.) But.. my intervention was a huge success, as I got much happier! Just my kids bringing dinner over and us making fools of ourselves brought me out of my sad stupor. Mike and I lead such a boring existence that we even get a kick outta being woken up out of our sweet slumber? and driving all the way in to give our drunkin' kids a ride home when they call. (Yep, we beg our kids to go out) Wes and Amber just crack us up with their taxi cab confessions, she tells us everything! and when we pick Tom up .. he'll have his own comedy routine goin' on and neither of us want to miss that... really, it's more than us just being good parents and safe DDs, they are our weekend entertainment ! Well, then there's Keely.. she doesn't need to go out, we just get her blasted and "come on over everybody cause it's a Partee!!" You all know she's my best's of friend, but Wow! TMI! Sister, there are things ..even snoopy doesn't want to know. Anyway, I had a really good time, always do when with them all. They and their friends made me laugh till I almost peee'd my pants. (hey, I said almost) Thanks guys for the intervention...I hope I don't have to do the same for you some day.... now if I just could find a way not to wake up with 1/2 the Iraqi army livin' in the back of my mouth, I'd be good. ps this post should have been before dr dread...still working out the kinks to this bloggin' thingy.