You are witnessing an epic first world meltdown. I took an Ambien last night so I have a wicked hangover and I'm trying to get the house ready for NYE because the kids get out of school at freakin' 3PM. The foie gras slicer is tarnished!
I can't find a non-metal spoon for the caviar. WTF. I should have asked for a mother of pearl spoon for my birthday. I wasn't thinking. We'll have to use the plastic spoon from the frozen yogurt shop that my husband keeps to bribe our daughter that she'll eventually go back and for some reason need to bring her own spoon.
But I have the cuddle area ready by the fireplace and the kids' fancy pants plates are out...
The foie is out getting to room temp and I have all the snacks. I'll be ok...after a glass of wine...in the bathtub. Oh shit, I need to put the champagne in the fridge! I've also done a toy box edit so someone will keep their paws out of the caviar.
I don't know if I trust that dinosaur as a designated driver tonight. He looks like he's already turnt up...
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