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June 23, 2005

Hypothetically speaking ...

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1. Hi Shannon! Hi Jennifer! Really sorry I made ya'll listen to crazy Mexican love songs for hours and also, really apologize that I sang them in my TWANG and also, maybe, acted them out with jazz hands and air guitar on my patio! Whoops!

2. Hi! Me again! With the whole apology thing? Can we just extend that to the entire evening? Thanks for surprising me and coming over and not letting me stew in my own pity! Love ya'll!

3. To anyone I may have emailed last night and misspelled things because I had to type with one eye shut? Real sorry! Love you! Will make it up to you!

4. Hey cats! Remember when I tried to make ya'll sign a document with your paw print declaring you would never leave me? Yeah! I was just joking, really! I mean, PLEASE. Everyone knows we'd need a notary public present.

5. Also, God, thank you for inventing pizza! And Tylenol! And coffee!


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P.S. Hypothetically speaking, if you maybe possibly picked up the phone after some crying and drinking and maudlin craziness on your birthday, and maybe possibly drunk dialed a certain someone, IN THE VERY WORST SENSE OF THE PHRASE, would you:

A. Pretend it never happened.

B. Chalk it up to the end of a bad day, a bad year, and decide maybe you ought to start walking in the evenings instead of drinking.

C. Convince yourself that perhaps this moment, a true low of lows, was a catharsis in which you closed the door on a bad chapter and yes, made a fool of yourself, but occassionally foolishness happens.

D. Say to yourself, THANK GOD I got that out of the way! It was bound to happen! Now I can cross that one off the list!

E. Blame it on Karl Rove.

Just hypothetically speaking, OF COURSE.

Posted by laurie at June 23, 2005 09:53 AM

Comments

Oh no, you poor thing! I'd blame it on Karl Rove, with the understanding that the rest of the Bush administration sanctioned it - bastards!

Posted by: Eileen at June 23, 2005 09:57 AM

clearly, karl rove is at fault. it must be him as you are damned near perfect and even if you weren't, can be blamed for nothing on your birthday.

Posted by: jenn at June 23, 2005 10:00 AM

Damn that Karl -- his sneaky ways get into everything!

Happy belated -- wow I get to be number 2 today, instead of slacked #114 for birthday greetings yesterday.

Posted by: cant_talk_knitting at June 23, 2005 10:01 AM

HAH HAH!!

A picture truly is worth a thousand words!!!

Posted by: Anonymous at June 23, 2005 10:10 AM

Option E. What else can you except from this administration?

Posted by: Leanne at June 23, 2005 10:11 AM

blame it Karl Rove. The bastard.

Posted by: vanessa at June 23, 2005 10:11 AM

Karl Rove has a lot to answer for.

Posted by: Martigny at June 23, 2005 10:12 AM

Aw, fa-gitabout it. A hundred years from now, what difference will it make?

(I only hope he was sound asleep and couldn't go back to sleep afterward. HA!)

Posted by: M.A. at June 23, 2005 10:12 AM

Of course blame it on the government...just like cats pooping!

Other than that...how was it?


(((hugs!)))

Posted by: Mary in Boston at June 23, 2005 10:12 AM

What? Only a few comments today, instead of your usual 60!? Hmmmm...surprise, surprise. The birthday is over. Time to get back to reality! Yes, we all love you. Yes, we want you to be your cheerful and fun self again! Grit your teeth and go for it, Girlfriend!

Posted by: L.A. Ell at June 23, 2005 10:12 AM

Oh, coffee on monitor now! too funny! The picture of you (I assume) under the fur blanket is hysterical!

Exchange the kitties for two huge dobermans and you have me.

Posted by: Karen at June 23, 2005 10:13 AM

Damn alcohol for giving us the courage to do the things we want...but know we shouldn't. It was your birthday--as far as I'm concerned it's your special day every year to act like a complete maniac (not that you did...just saying.). Love the cat pics. I have two...and they like to sleep right on top of me too. Happy B-day, one day late!

Posted by: Anonymous at June 23, 2005 10:13 AM

Ahhhh crap!!!! You mean, drunk dialing still happens after 30????? I'm soooo screwed. I was so happy that I'll be 29 on Sunday, cuz that meant only one more year of drunk dialing. Or so I thought. I'm so depressed!!!!

Posted by: valerie at June 23, 2005 10:13 AM

Additional B-day greetings in my blog!

Posted by: cant_talk_knitting at June 23, 2005 10:14 AM

First~ D. Say to yourself, THANK GOD I got that out of the way! It was bound to happen! Now I can cross that one off the list!

Next~C. Convince yourself that perhaps this moment, a true low of lows, was a catharsis in which you closed the door on a bad chapter and yes, made a fool of yourself, but occassionally foolishness happens.

Then~B. Chalk it up to the end of a bad day, a bad year, and decide maybe you ought to start walking in the evenings instead of drinking. (and stick to it!)

Finally~A. Pretend it never happened. (and move on to a wonderful new year of living out loud, finish the cat thingamajig, and new skinny jeans!)

LOVE Ya!

Posted by: Lucky at June 23, 2005 10:15 AM

E! E! Totally E. EVERYTHING is Karl Rove's fault. EVERYTHING. Drunk dialing included.

Love the picture of you and the kitties. :)

Posted by: Jo at June 23, 2005 10:18 AM

Totally D. It was bound to happen and now it has, so you're cool.

But do you know WHY it was bound to happen?

Because Karl Rove is against women rights, including our right to NOT drunk dial people.

Posted by: Jennie at June 23, 2005 10:23 AM

Karl Rove all the way.

Posted by: Christina at June 23, 2005 10:28 AM

As long as you didn't drunk dial Karl Rove. Cause no one wants a post-birthday FBI visit. Just sayin.

Posted by: kathleen at June 23, 2005 10:30 AM

Blame it all on Karl Rove. And Dubbya. Goes without saying. Who else could be so evil as to get you to do that on your birthday?

Love the kitty blanket, hope they didn't fight over their territories!

Posted by: Anmiryam at June 23, 2005 10:31 AM

Some combination of all of them. Mostly A.

Posted by: ShelbyD at June 23, 2005 10:41 AM

I totally agree with Lucky, who said you should do all of them, in a certain order...although I think that (D) is a little optimistic. Because it will happen again, yes it will, and you know it will. But the lengths of time in between drunk dials will get LONGER and LONGER until it's about every 5 years and you can TOTALLY pretend it didn't happen!

And after you do (C), which will indeed take some convinving (can I just say how much you remind me of Bridget Jones at this moment?) and (B) and (A), then definitely follow through with (E): BLAME KARL ROVE.

Posted by: Aarwenn at June 23, 2005 10:43 AM

It was bound to happen, but you have a secret weapon now to prevent that from ever happening again. Luv ya Laurie!

Posted by: NolaPete at June 23, 2005 10:49 AM

I will add my phone number to your list of numbers that you can call at ungodly hours after incredible amounts of wine and whine and we can practice the sacred art of 'Dead to Me' together. Great picture! And Jennifer and Shannon sound like awesome friends. :)

Posted by: suzanna danna at June 23, 2005 10:55 AM

Well, damn! I added that link and then my other part got deleted! The internets must be under the spell of Karl Rove LOL.

Thank ya'll for the advice!! Hey, isn't bob so damn cute you want to smooch him?

Posted by: laurie at June 23, 2005 10:57 AM

I'd say it should be a combo of all of the above. And lucky you, sounds like your friends are divine!

Posted by: amanda at June 23, 2005 10:57 AM

Who is Karl Rove?

Just kidding...

Posted by: Tana at June 23, 2005 10:58 AM

EWwWWwwwwwwww!!!! On the link to Alan Greenspan...

bleah!

=:-O

Posted by: Mary in Boston at June 23, 2005 11:04 AM

I would go with C., but really E is the correct answer.

Posted by: ashbloem at June 23, 2005 11:19 AM

C, D and E.

and i think you need a list of *Emergency Drunk Dial Numbers* that you can call INSTEAD. I'll happily volunteer mine!! You can call *ME* drunk anytime and we'll pretend we're in Vegas.. because, you know, what happens in Vegas....

there ya go.

HEY! You Survived the birthday horror!! YAY!!!!

*Hugs and much love*

S

Posted by: southernwench at June 23, 2005 11:39 AM

hypothetically speaking, if a certain someone did call another certain someone, did the first certain someone tell the second certain some to F--- off?? Just curious

Posted by: knittykim at June 23, 2005 11:46 AM

knittykim, hypothetically, maybe possibly yes. LOL. But of course I would never do such a thing!

I am so excited because I may get off work in time to go to snb tonight! And I have a masterpiece to show off.... da dum da dum... my very first hat EVER that truly fits!!!

Posted by: laurie at June 23, 2005 11:48 AM

I would start off thinking A, but then would realize, no... It's B. No, no, wait! It's C, for sure. OK, maybe a little of B AND C... By the end of it all, I would hope it ended up as D. But if I started to think it was E, that would mean it had travelled by osmosis across international borders. So if it was E, I'd have to move to another planet.

Posted by: Julie at June 23, 2005 11:57 AM

I say blame it Howard Dean, but I have a feeling I'm in the minority, here. Othewise, choose b, c and d. Then forgive yourself.

take care.

Posted by: stephanie at June 23, 2005 12:01 PM

Look at all that kitty love you are surrounded by! Lucky you!

Posted by: LisaB at June 23, 2005 12:04 PM

It's totally Rove's fault. Totally.

Posted by: Liz at June 23, 2005 12:07 PM

That Alan Greenspan thing...

That is just not RIGHT, girl.

Posted by: Geogrrl at June 23, 2005 12:08 PM

Blame Karl. The hole in the ozone layer is Rove's fault, too! The Harlot's missing Zephyr is Rove's fault. Dropped stitches, everything is Rove's fault.

Posted by: Annette at June 23, 2005 12:08 PM

Can't we blame it on Karl Rove AND Howard Dean? I'm totally comfortable with that! LOL

Glad you survived your birthday. Smooch those pretty kitty-boys for me. I about kicked my kitties across the house this morning! Must make it up to them tonight somehow....

Posted by: suzanne at June 23, 2005 12:08 PM

I'm so glad you had some visitors on your big day. I'd definitely go with C. Shit happens, who cares. Look at all the kitty love :)

Posted by: Vicki at June 23, 2005 12:11 PM

I have a headache from trying to read between the lines...and I have an image of Greenspan in my mind that I wish I really didn't have...

I may need to drink and dial...

Posted by: ~drew emborsky~ at June 23, 2005 12:22 PM

hahahahahaha!!! yes we should blame it on all politicians EVERYWHERE! and also maybe blame it on Kevid Federline somehow. heh heh

Posted by: laurie at June 23, 2005 12:24 PM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
i bet you're gonna have a great year, i know this because...well, i just do.
you kick ass.
-jeanne

p.s.
eeewww. kevin federline. that whole kevin/britney/baby thing is utterly disgusting. be glad your not them!

Posted by: j2 at June 23, 2005 12:46 PM

All I'm saying is, be glad the certain someone is not calling you, not that that ever happens to me or anything. And we have kids, so he's never going away. Augghhhhhhhh!

Sorry your birthday wasn't so hot, but you have great friends who love you. And lots of people on the internets too!

Posted by: Pegasus at June 23, 2005 01:05 PM

karl rove. all the way. totally his fault. and it's not just you. he tried (obviously did not succeed) to ruin your birthday. then he flew out to arizona and set my entire city on fire. just so i could spend my birthday today breathing in toxic fumes from two wildfires. even my birthday cake tastes like smoke.

but i'm a smoker, a hard-shelled cancer, and an optimist, so i'm going to enjoy my birthday anyway!

in fact, i think there's a phone call i need to make..............

Posted by: Kim at June 23, 2005 01:34 PM

D and E. Totally.

By the way, I'm totally scarred by your link. I know it wasn't his own balls that he ate, but now I can't get the visual image of Greenspan's balls out of my brain. It's seared into my visual cortex.

Curse you Laurie!

Posted by: Amy at June 23, 2005 01:39 PM

Just imagine Greenspan singing karaoke to South Park Chef's song "Chocolate Salty Balls!" ROFLMAO!

Posted by: NolaPete at June 23, 2005 02:00 PM

whoa dude, how long are your toes that you can hold a camera that far away and take a photo like that? amazing! Love the kitty love fest happening on that blankie!

Posted by: gaile at June 23, 2005 02:40 PM

B, C D E. Start walking in the evenings. It's Good Fer You! Blame everything on Rove. Why not? But then do something about it!
You can have my home number cos if you call me at 3am our time, I may have just had dinner the next day. Freaky, eh?
Love the way the cats are arrayed.

Posted by: lynne s of oz at June 23, 2005 03:02 PM

Your kitties are just so darn cute!

I say blame it on whoever you want. Karl Rove, Dubbya, K Fed, bad wine, good wine, Mexican love songs...whatever.

But you know...it's really *his* fault cuz he's an ass and deserves his bad karma and definitely his phone calls where he's hypothetically told off.

Posted by: taral at June 23, 2005 03:06 PM

First off, Karl Rove. Evil.

Secondly, if there's something wrong with you for laughing at the Alan Greenspan thing ... it's wrong with me, too. I have no idea what the hell that is about, but oh. my. god. it is FUNNY. And wrong. And funny!

Posted by: Anne at June 23, 2005 03:32 PM

I'm hoping the hypothetical phone call was purely for delivering triumphant cackling laughter. It's what I'd do.
And what Lynne S of Oz said? Goes for me too. 3am your time is prime chatting time for us down here. You can even reverse the charges. :)
Crap happens. But you'll survive. That much kitty love can't be wrong!

Posted by: Kellie N at June 23, 2005 03:41 PM

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Evidently, I am in need of a whomping as well.

Posted by: vanessa at June 23, 2005 03:47 PM

Obviously, the answer here is E., Karl Rove.

Posted by: Amber at June 23, 2005 04:27 PM

Might I suggest C and include a rather large dead bolt on that door? Maybe even a rather technologically advanced alarm system on that door.

The cats tried to hold you down, didn't they? They were trying to prevent the phone call, but you didn't understand the signs, did you? Those are some loyal cats you've got there CAP. I suggest you reward them for their efforts to protect you from the morning shame.

Posted by: Minou's Auntie Steph at June 23, 2005 05:23 PM

Of course we all know that Roy autodialed the number just for grins to get back at the bastard (oh my, did I really say that word?)!

Do you avoid moving so you don't disturb the kitties and then wake up with cricks and kinks all over the place? That would be a healthy sign!! Happy Birthday again! The best is yet to come .... for real!

Posted by: mary erdman at June 23, 2005 05:24 PM

LMAO! I have been lurking on your blog for a while now, and am thoroughly enjoying it. But today, well, let's just say that I just got home from work, and seeing that picture of you with your cats was a really good laugh of the day!
You have a great blog, I like the way you write, and even though I'm not a knitter, I'm always intrigued by what you have to talk about.
Happy Birthday!
Ramona

Posted by: kross-eyed kitty at June 23, 2005 05:47 PM

Ummmm C is my answer. Been there done that. Although I also vote for blaming everything on Karl Rove!!!!

Posted by: Deb at June 23, 2005 06:23 PM

D definitely D.

Posted by: Jo in Ottawa at June 23, 2005 07:51 PM

First of all, I say option "C". Secondly, you KNOW I'm a notary, right? I could just so happen to bring my stuff when I come to visit the weekend the DH is ripping out the carpet.

This year, let's make it WAY better than last year, mkay?

Posted by: La at June 23, 2005 08:59 PM

I'm going with a dash of D and a big helping of E (the answer, not the drug)

Posted by: Marnie at June 23, 2005 10:22 PM

You haven't given the correct answer as an option. The reason you made that call was to fulfill your prophecy that something terrible must occur because, dude, YOUR BIRTHDAY HATES YOU! But you can still blame it on Karl.

Posted by: barney at June 23, 2005 10:33 PM

Try to go with A. But if and when that fails, definitely E. Karl Rove controls us all, as you well know. ;)

Posted by: julia at June 24, 2005 09:38 AM

sugar, don't make a habit out of the phone calls, but hell, he's brought at least *one* on himself. I promise, some day (not right away, but some day after you've moved on) you'll realize that he wasn't worth one single tiny tear. But you're also right that walking instead of drinking will get you movin on faster.

Posted by: lise at June 24, 2005 09:40 AM

So, I say Karl Rove and Howard Dean made you do it. Wouldn't you love to lock the 2 of them in a tiny room for 4 years or so? Not that they'd make it that long...

Just for good measure you could toss Mr X in there too. :)

Posted by: Cari at June 24, 2005 11:51 AM

Chick, I am HIGHLY impressed that you have raised a family of kitties that all get along. I only have two and they would NEVER be caught dead that close together. Well, unless there is tuna involved. Which sometimes happens for my enjoyment ("oops ... my, aren't those two cat food dishes close together. Sorry guys. Mwhahahahaha" (too evil?? :)).

But anyway, loved the pic. And your blog!

Happy belated birthday.

Posted by: Kat at June 24, 2005 12:24 PM

It is SO TOTALLY Karl Rove's fault.

Happy birthday, and may this year show you bluer skies...

Posted by: Karen in Ohio at June 24, 2005 01:05 PM

So, to sum it all up:

You're having a BALL and the cats are so glad you came over to the "dark side" of relaxation.

Chin up, kid. You KNOW he wasn't worth it and you've got pointy sticks!

Posted by: Laurie at June 24, 2005 04:37 PM

you are soooooo popular!! anyway, is that me under there? i swear it may be. only, add a whole shitload of cat toys, the kitten's 8 foot scarf that was stolen from me, his slipper sock "socky" that he sleeps with and that could be me! and as far as the phone call...fuck him!! you do whatever makes you feel better, as long as you don't have to go to jail as a result, unless that would make you feel better as well. i'll back ya up! i sent my ex gross brochures anytime i saw an 800 number, mormons, herpes, hair loss, weight loss, body odor, penis enlargement, impotency, you name it. i stopped quite a while after we broke up.

Posted by: natasha fialkov at June 28, 2005 08:43 PM