As I set here and ponder the meaning of my life because I will be 28 soon.

I think I need a drink or 4. Something to help dull the aging process and it brings up a memory. So of course I will share. I had another birthday not to long ago where I thought that a drink or 5 would just be the think to pull me out of my moody funk.

I’m pretty darn sure that I had a wonderful time, but I don’t remember much about that night. That should tell you how much fun I had. Now the question is how much fun did I really have? You see the next morning I woke up butt ass naked. That right, in celebrating the day of my birth I woke up in my birthday suite.

Now you may say that that’s not so bad, but I was not alone, yes sleeping next to me was AAES. What’s a girl to do? This is what I did. I rolled onto the floor. Now the reason for the roll is because it was the easiest way to get out of the waterbed. I stealthy make it to the door. That’s where I found my bra, hanging from the doorknob. On the way I pick up my panties off the dresser. Now how did these very intimate articles of clothing make it to those various locations, I may never know. No one was talking.

Hence the need for only a drink or 4
See with age come wisdom