OK, so I thought I was basically naming my blog after the people around me. The Crew is the hot mess. My kids are a hot mess. It's not supposed to be a self-fulfilling prophecy about me! But holy hell, folks...it turns out that I was wrong.
In one night, I both injured myself and may also have made Mrs. MD13 want to poke out her own mind's eye. One physical injury (which will eventually heal) and one psychological injury (which will probably disturb poor Mrs. MD13 for the rest of her ever-loving life). I'm so sorry Mrs. MD13! I can honestly say I never thought I'd join the ranks of MD13 antics...but here I am! If it's any consolation, my chin is throbbing, and I didn't come up with a good enough cover story before I got to work today, so I ended up re-telling the story several times today. Mortifying, but actually pretty hilarious.
The moral of this story, my darlings, is that you should be kind to the MD13s of the world when you re-tell their stories and harass them about past antics. It could be your own story you're telling next! (Of course, the moral isn't that you shouldn't harass your friends or drink too much. That wouldn't be any fun at all.)
[UPDATE!! As it turns out, the General was the only one who got an eye-full. He's also remarkably good at administering inebriated first aid. Mrs. MD13 and her mind's eye are just fine, thank you very much. And I'm very pleased to say I'm not joining the ranks of MD13 antics...at least not yet!]
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