Yikes.

Man, the wheels sure came off at work last night. My favorite bartender is moving and it was her last shift. Drinking started at about nine, a full four hours before closing. I only had a shot or two before closing, but everyone else was getting into it full swing. Once we were officially cleared out of customers, we lured Laura outside on the pretense of hanging out, but it was really to douse her with a stock pot of iced simple syrup, raw eggs, lemons, cherries, olives, etc. There was also a trash bag of shredded paper involved. Ah, the way we show our affection for our co-workers. Hey, I'd be hurt if I didn't get it on my last day.

At any rate, there was an awesome impromptu dance party that involved lots of 80s music and Michael Jackson, and of course, lots of drinking. I'm not even sure what time I got home, but I'm pretty sure I'm in the dog house with J. In my defense, he was out until 2:30 a.m. last week and now there are questionable photographs of him on Facebook. Don't worry, we'll have a discussion when he gets home from work.

I just put MJ down for her afternoon nap, and she had a good ol' time on the back porch in her little inflatable pool before that. I had to beat back (i.e. kill) several disgusting looking spiders before I would let her out there. Ick, I hate bugs. I love the big trees around our house, but man, do I abhor the spiders that come with them. Blech. They mostly look like this one, but are funnily-colored and HUGE. Supposedly not harmful, but I'm not taking any chances.