I went in to kiss my daughter tonight after having a few sips of beer. She said, “Mom, your breath smells like soda!”

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Last week, the lovely Michele wrote a post after drinking a bit too much wine. It was a very charming post, and incidentally the only post I’ve read from her with typographical errors. She asked us if we had ever written a post under the influence.

My answer was no. If I were to do such a thing, here is what would happen.

Act One:

Scene 1: Raehan is working on her second glass of wine. Begins writing post. Writes: “You are all so wonderful. I really love blogging, don’t you? Isn’t it so wonderful that we can write and read? It’s just so wonderful…Blah-blah…Isn’t it great?….blah blah…Everything is great….blah-blah…I love your shoes….boring happy talk ” Raehan walks out of the room to pour herself another glass of wine.

Scene 2: Raehan sits back down. Her shoes are off. She sits Indian style on the sofa. Writes: “….too much personal information…too much personal information……gossip……venting……….too much personal information…..boring life-goals……stupid jokes………childhood memories…….goofy, goofy…….plain old weird.” (Wanders off looking for some chocolate and single malt whisky)

Scene 3: Raehan looks for a place to lie down. YOU are all in her way. Lies down, shoving you all aside. Don’t you dare try to talk to her. She’s sleeping and will bite your head off if you try to disturb her.

The truth is, these days I’m toast after two good glasses of wine. I usually have only two or three hours before Scene 3 starts. One glass of wine is about all I can handle.

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I know I’ve been bad at commenting on your sites these past weeks but next week I’ll be home again and back to my old routine.