Is of course the day the realtor is coming over. I'm pretty sure I was still drunk when I woke up at 530 this morning and my house looks like a bomb went off. I figured he would be up by 630 at the latest and I would have time to clean. Ugh!
DH and I probably should have stopped at the third bottle of wine but the sangria turned out so well, and the fruit- omg delicious.
I passed out last night the second my head hit the pillow. At 4:30, J woke me up grunting and scooting around, and I looked at the clock and was like "what happened??"