Thanksgiving in the South...

This year, I suggested to Sam that we go spend Thanksgiving in Georgia/Tennessee. Anyone who knows me, knows that I don't always see eye-to-eye with my in-laws. So, I branched out and thought, what the hell?

I'll admit that I had ulterior motives. You see my friend Bethany lives in the ATL and that's a short drive to Chattanooga/Dalton. I was thinking of shopping, coffee and shenanigans. Oh, were there shenanigans. And coffee. And a little shopping.

So, we left the great state of Indiana on Wednesday evening, drove all night checked in at the lovely Chattanoogan and slept for a bit before heading over the ILs. Did I mention that I had to cook some of Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday morning. So we head to Dalton, stop at Starbucks 'cause Momma needs her Starbucks and then headed to the grocery. Can I just say that I'm pretty much the only in Bi-Lo with actual clothes on? Everyone I saw had on their freaking pajamas. I also got checked out a lot because of that. Well, that and because I'm so freaking adorable.

So we get to the ILs. Did I mention that I'm some how drafted to help cook dinner? I did? Still bitter. So I cooked. ln a kitchen with little gadgets, utensils, etc. A few hours later, we ate. And I started drinking. At the grocery, I decided to pick up a bottle of wine. My ILs don't drink, Sam does occasionally and the boys are really watching their intake so it was all me, baby. I opened the bottle and intended to have ONE glass. SO not the case. In fact, I drank the whole bottle in two-three hours. BY MYSELF. I was hammered. Unintentionally hammered but hammered nonetheless. But I was nice. And cheerful. And cordial. All because I was loaded. And my ILs are side-eyeing the crap out of me now. And I'm pretty sure they'll have wine at their house for me anytime/every time I visit. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or ashamed but I learned a valuable lesson -- drinking while with or at the ILs makes Lisa a calm, not uptight, happy and relaxed person.  I foresee wine in all future IL events.

And that is how I got through a Thanksgiving in Georgia. Wine and Bethany . And we have a few other amazeball stories to tell so watch our blogs.

**Disclaimer, no I don't have a drinking problem. No, I don't NEED wine to get me through social events or life. I need wine to get me through time at the ILs. Capeesh. Don't lecture, okay. It's not cool and kind of makes you look like an ass.***

Sorry for the lack of posting...

We have been insanely busy. It's not an excuse, it's the truth. I have a few posts brewing so I'll post either tomorrow or Tuesday. Maybe both.

Hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season!