betandy

It's official. The last guy I pseudo-dated is engaged. To a woman he always referred to as "psycho mom ex-girlfriend" because a) she stalked him for years and b) she has a 6-year-old kid (not his). The engagement was very sudden, and to be honest I am fuzzy on the details because (ahem) the details are whack and also because we became progressively drunker as our conversation continued. I do know that I was invited to the wedding in Michigan, and I gleefully accepted the invitation. (Quite obviously I am a cheerful, if deranged, drunk.) I am happy for my friend, if a little baffled by the origins of True Love.

And I am atrociously hung over today.

Hanging around, nothing to do but frown....