Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water, I Will Lay Me Down

This is a photo of my friend S.'s cat, Gink. I think she was a little annoyed with us when we stayed at their house because she peed on Stinky's clothes one day. At least we knew where we stood with her.

You know how I've been so good this vacation and didn't hardly drink and got a lot of stuff done and all? Yeah, well I kind of messed that up today. Don't get me wrong, I still got stuff done, but then at 5 I went to my friend K.'s house and chilled out with her and her housemate J. and drank a couple of glasses of wine before we all went our separate ways at 7. It's not so bad having a bit of a wine buzz when you have to do things like run errands, cook dinner and take care of your children. The big problem comes when you want to do something important like blog and then you're screwed.

So, since I'm on vacation and useless from drinking wine too early in the day, I'm going to cheat and post an e-mail I got from a friend today. I hope she doesn't mind, but there's nothing super personal in it and it's WAY funnier than anything I could write. My friend S. lives in Minneapolis and we stayed with her this time last year. Stinky and I were just talking about the trip and the bridge collapsing this afternoon when we had lunch at IHOP.(You know Apple's marketing is good when I am tempted to write iHOP instead) Anyway, when I got home, I found this e-mail waiting for me. All the names have been changed to protect the innocent...Except Gink's, because there's nothing innocent about her:

hey Churlita,
i've been keeping up with you via your blog. i'd been
thinking about you today, because the guys on the
radio kept bringing up last year at this time when it
was 100 degrees, and that's when you and the girls
were here. christ that was HOT. if Stinky wants to relive
it i could send you some cat-urine-soaked socks or
something. gink is pretending that she doesn't know
what i'm talking about.

but i wanted to let you know that the bridge that
crashed into the mississippi is the very one you took
to get into mpls, and out of, and that you exited one
exit after the exact place where the bridge collapsed!

i drive that spot all the time. i'm a little freaked
out by it. but i am enjoying how many times i get to
type 'collapse'...it's almost like i'm blogging about
lindsay lohan or something.

my friend j. came over for dinner; she was 10
minutes late leaving her house because somebody
called. she WOULD have taken the bridge, but got to it
about 7 minutes after it went down. did i mention that
i'm a little freaked out by it?

happy sorting of your stuff! i'm coming back down
soon, just don't know when.

S.