Party time.

Day 5 of my freedom and what's my day look like? It's not yet 2:00 on Friday afternoon and I've successfully occupied every inch of freezer space with Jell-o shots. At some point --as I combined $9 tequila with HEB brand raspberry gelatin dessert-- I thought to myself, "Self, just what the hell has your life come to?"

I had this same thought earlier at the grocery store, when they didn't carry the proper little plastic ramekins for my shots. So what's a girl to do? Yup, I bought 150 plastic 'bathroom cups.' Like the ones at the dentist, when you have to swish and then spit into that stupid little shallow bowl without dribbling all over yourself, which always happens. Always.

Oh yeah, and then I get my Velveeta, Lone Star, mini-corn dogs, 'bathroom cups' and HEB brand gelatin dessert all checked out before I realize I left my wallet in my other purse. So what's a girl to do? Yup, I wrote a check for my groceries.

My party theme for tonight is white trash, but I'm beginning to fear I won't have to try as hard as I thought....