To all my boozy whores out there.

I have boundary issues in the fact that I don't have any. I'm aware of this and mostly I just don't care. I also have no filter most of the time which gets me into trouble occasionally, but again mostly I just don't care. I'm having a good time so I typically assume everyone around me is having a good time too. This isn't always the case and sometimes I wake up to the hubby filling me in on my offenses from the night before.

Sometimes when I meet new people I'm aware instantly that I'm too much for them. I'm fairly used to this. At one point in my life I would keep at them trying to win them over, but now I just move on. I'm an acquired taste. You either love me or are annoyed by me. I'm okay with that. You can't win them all. And it is likely that if I'm too much for you, then you're not enough for me. I'm not so much into finding the yin to my yang. Mostly I just want all yangs and then maybe one yin to drive us around or bail us out of jail - whatever the case may be.

I mean, if I use the term "pussy pooch" in conversation I want you to not only understand that I'm referring to a fatty lower gut but also love the new term and then add it to your own vernacular. I don't want to hear a loud gasp of disapproval followed by a judgmental look.

I typically refer to my yangs as my boozy whores, sluts, skanks or bitches. Yes I'm a feminist, but it's like African Americans taking the N word back.

I can only assume if you're keeping up with this blog that you are also a boozy whore or at least a lover of a boozy whore - like my hubby.

One of my boozy whores recently told me that you have to be true to your heritage in that you have to celebrate the white trash inside of you. Now, I'm still going to cast judgment of my own when shopping at Walmart, but then later that night I will walk the tight rope between boozy whore and white trash....and love every minute of it.

So to all the boozy whores out there - I thank you and I love you.