Happy Drunk Sunday

Mr. Poppins and I struggle to make ends meet, as most people living in this economy do. However, I have boobs. Thus, I am able to get whatever I want out of most men.

A few months back, in the throes of full blown mania, I made the mistake of entertaining an office romance. To be honest, I don't remember much of it- when manic, my memory becomes incredibly spotty and I have trouble recalling information for days, weeks, and sometimes months, depending on the severity of the episode. What I do know is this: if I were in my right mind (stop laughing) I never would've done it. I'll spare you the gory details for a later time, since several of Mr. Poppins' friends and Mr. Poppins himself read my blog (and in the interest of keeping him from looking like a cuckold and myself looking like a turbo-slut, it's better some things remain left unsaid.)

I digress. So, I had a brief fling with my friend, Carlos, which wound up ending badly because he began declaring his undying love for me. Oh, and the whole new drug regimen I was given made me come down from the ceiling. I simply wasn't interested anymore when I started feeling guilty about what I was doing behind my husband's back. (When manic/psychotic/mixed, I rarely have a conscience. I tend to become apathetic, and very reckless as a result.)

Carlos and I have remained friends somewhat, however this business of him acting like a hypersexual poodle with a human leg gets quite old after awhile. Although, I'm not above using him when I need to. Last week, Mr. Poppins and I were fighting over money for the billionth time, when I got it in my head to call Carlos. Ten minutes later, after some very fancy verbal footwork, I had a guaranteed fist full of cash to pick up on Sunday morning. Five handsome Benjamins, my friends. All for me.

So, today I went and picked up the money from Carlos. I spent $58 on groceries (and wine), $30 on perfume, and the rest will go towards my rent this month.

Thank you Carlos. Thanks to you, Mr. Poppins and I are drinking a nice Chardonnay, eating Jarlsburg cheese, and I smell like a very fancy stripper. :)

Oh--- and I dyed the underside of my hair pink yesterday. It's been a very eventful weekend.