So I drank a bottle of wine . .

You know does it REALLY matter? I'm legal. I didn't drool on the couch or sing "Love Shack" off key while waving my arms over my head. Beside the blinds were closed so even if I had, it's not like anyone would have known anyway-- good grapefruit I'm not that nice to my neighbors. Like would I really give them MORE fodder for the gossip train!

I am entitled. If I'm going to lose it, I need to thoroughly lose it so I resist losing it again and turn stalker.

Last week I turned 36 and in my downward spiral of reading the "Twilight" series in four days, obsessing over American Idol and discovering a certain song on my 10-year-old's MP3player, I drank a bottle of wine-- and some people had the nerve to snicker, to judge and proclaim "You DRANK the WHOLE bottle!"

Well yes I did because everyone knows wine isn't as good the second day.

Now the song was MY fault. I usually screen my daughter's music, read the lyrics-- etc. However,on this occasion I just took her word for it. The song: Jason Mraz' "Butterfly," which incidentally isn't really about colorful winged insects. No the song is a middle school sex ed class wrapped up in a metaphor of -- well a "butterfly-- of sorts."

Thank goodness my babe is 10 and naive and doesn't know WHAT he is singing about.
And so the song is now on MY IPOD-- next to an empty bottle of wine.