Ok I had a glass of wine while cooking dinner, which of course resulted in loud Pogues music being blared whilst creating my bland dinner (stupid, didn't taste as I cooked, was too busy singing "you're a bum you're a maggot you cheap lousy faggot"....at the top of my lungs causing dogs to stare....), but that can be saved of course.
My mental state cannot however.
It's behind the fridge. My mind that is. Follow my vino brain please :)
I was just reading something about how if my house isn't clean then I won't get a man. So I'm cleaning.
Ok. I've had too much wine. It's official. But my kitchen is looking good. Woo hoo!