Purple drinks...

For those who've run into a purple drink, you'll know that they never look this nice. More like a plastic cup full of dirty looking bar water with a splash of chambord for a nice purple color. I false-started today. I should have never gotten out of bed. Actually, no, that's not quite the truth. What I should have done was gone to work. Because, as you'll see, when left to my own devices after a night of purple drinks, I fight the day. The day doesn't want to fight me, it's busy with the other 6.3 billion people, but I get all suspicious of the day, like, "you lookin' at me day? what's your problem, DAY??"
Thought I'd let the puppies play inside while I got ready for the DAY, we had some laughs, discovered new, fun things like hiding under the bed and biting at the air from the hair dryer. I thought, "see, self, if I had sucked it up and gone to work, this mommy/puppy time wouldn't be happening. I can tell they really appreciate my being here." SLAP. Flash to The Weaz peeing in a corner. No Weaz, noooo! Bad Weaz! Why Weaz, why?
With the puppies outside I thought, "all is not lost on this DAY, I'll go grocery shopping and have dinner ready for my man. It's the least I can do, being home all day." Flash to Walmart, it's a mad-house, where I proceed to buy cans and cans of tomato sauce, an 18-pack of eggs, mozzarella cheese, no cheddar cheese and no caribbean jerk marinade because Walmart doesn't carry it. Flash to a special trip to Winco to stock up the aforementioned marinade. On the way home, discover through text message that Lasagne a la James requires tomato paste, crushed tomatos and an onion. Also learn that the case of cans in the pantry is not a case of tomato paste, but sauce. Once at home, standing in the pantry, the DAY is there with not only the case of sauce for me to add to but also a bottle of the special Winco-trip marinade, two half-full bags of mozzarella cheese and a full 18-pack of eggs in the fridge. Then the day asked, "well, we're out of cheddar cheese, did you grab any of that?" F, Day, seriously? Get out of my pantry!
So here I am, blogging, next to my grilled tuna fish sandwich, which I managed to totally burn one side of, St. Elmo's Fire rocking on iTunes, trying to tune out the sound of the puppies chewing on the house (James, I'm sorry, they won't stop! I tried being mean and scary but they thought it was a game...). I'll just turn my music up. Now it's a song from My Fair Lady, because I'm just hardcore like that. I wonder what alternate universe Erin did today. She went to work and probably kicked ass and took names while I cleaned up a puppy accident and spent money I don't really have on groceries we certainly didn't need.