Britta: So what’s going on with the boy?
Me: He’s coming home a week early from vacation, and we’re hanging out Wednesday.
Britta: I’ll need details. Nervous?
Me: A little.
Britta: Take one of your Ativan.
Me: I don’t have any Ativan. I have ADDEROL…lol…I don’t think being able to clean his entire house is a good move.
Britta: I got a bunch when my mom was passing, I might have extra. They’re great, you’ll be super relaxed.
Me: I don’t need tranquilizers! I need to take a deep breath, not take a shit on his couch.
Britta: LOL…true…well, if you change your mind.
Me: Sure, if I want to take a shit on his couch, I’ll give you a ring.
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hilarious! but please don’t take a shit on his couch!
Look, woman…I can’t be just willy nilly making promises like that. 🙂
Awesome. Can’t wait to read more about how drugs and dating mix.
Perhaps you’d like to read the memoir based on my first marriage?
Ok, so I have no experience with ativan. But from what I’m gathering here, if I ever pick up an rx for it, I should also buy Depends at the same time? This is good info. Cuz I kinda like my couch. I’m learning some good shit (pun totally intended… are ya kidding me) in my blogging explorations today. Who says we’re not valuable!?
Seriously, we’re changing the fucking world, here, man.