Of Heavy Rains and Torrential Blessings

I’m blessed with a family who can laugh then cry in an instant or do both at the same time.

I’m blessed with life partners who are always there ASAP, in kindness and in presence, with or without me asking, to make me laugh and to make me feel certain that there will never be a lonely day, ever, no matter what.

I’m blessed that my dad, my mom, my siblings and I have about forty-six thousand friends combined, who flooded the household because of the rain.

I'm blessed with a boss who believes in respite with pay. :)

I’m blessed with relatives whose loving words from across the miles or their mere presence alone, settle like a comforting blanket, if not for everyone then for someone, and there's always someone.

I’m blessed that I have 3 living rooms of solace, and 4 bedrooms for drunken, dreamless or weepy sleep.

And I'm blessed with my very own personal, sexy-smelling broad shoulders to rest on, big, manly hands to hold and two strong arms that I can always wrap around me anytime I want to. An awesome man who dropped everything else in an instant and became in charge.

They say "thank you" isn't appropriate for a time like this. So I'll just say I love you. And you know who you are!

No Maid, All Maids

So, I successfully hosted two parties by myself at the brothel. Now that I'm in my own place, I thought it's gonna be tiring to try to be a good hostess. But as it turns out, I'm still soo not. Which means, I had so much fun.

Somebody peeled all the shrimps, somebody poured the beers, somebody mixed the cocktails, somebody took the trash, somebody brought the ice, somebody bought the beer, somebody ordered pizza, somebody provided dinner, somebody carried the cooler.

Of course, aside from making that cheesy, beefy dip, I'm also stuck with cleaning the brothel and doing the dishes. But I'm not complaining. Due to bad hostess-type attitude, my parties rocked! \m/

Long Distance Drunk Affair

Last night. 

Whilst drinking beer and cuba libre...

I had this very, very awesome call all the way from Bulgaria. Ani, my crazy, international bestie phoned just to tell me that they were drinking Rakia and beer for me. I was totally touched but sooo jealous at the same time. Rakia and beer for me are among the best boozy combos in the world.

I was really, really, really happy to hear from 'em so I told them "Chestita Nova Godina" or as we say in English "Happy New Year!"

Hahahahaha!