Toilet overflowing (complete with water dripping through dining room ceiling): Check.
Girl vomiting/peeing self in kitchen (ok, she was three): Check.
Snoring man passed out upstairs in my bed (my two-year-old): Check.
Floors sticky with beer (and juice): Check.
Wow, my life (and my St Pat’s party) is JUST LIKE living in a fraternity.
(Except instead of being a little sister, I am the mommy.)
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*"The Wild Rover"
6 comments:
Faith and begorrah!
Well, that sounds ... like Hell, a little bit.
I'm as Irish as the day is long, and I'll be lucky if I even get any soda bread made. We're out of both currants and raisins, so I dunno whether it's even worth the bother.
Thank goodness the sink vomiter was three.
It sounds like a heck of a party.
But was there beer pong?
Sounds like my parties.
Except for the toilet issue, thank God.
How'd your food go over?
Beer pong? Ah, memories! What about a beer slide? Did you have a beer slide? You are are right - it it totally reminiscent of fraternity life. Wel, at least it's over for another year, right?
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