Walking Backwards

I have just returned from the grey goose martini night. Please excuse me if I ramble or stumble on my words. Tomorrow things will return to normal and I can cease the heavy drinking that so often accompanies my mother's visits. I swear, this will be my last drink for hours. And I have so much to tell that I should have staid my hand at the last alcoholic beverage. I promise, I will fill you in later (and perhaps edit this post for spelling and grammatical errors). I must write about Thanksgiving and my nephew's first birthday and how crazy my mother is to buy me two-hundred dollar boots but won't buy my a pack of diapers. I'll let you know. Once I am sober.