Sweet Carolina, bah bah bahhhh

I hate sweet tea. Hate it. Makes me gag.

I realize that this announcement means that I will probably have to turn in my Certified Southerner card, but c'mon, you don't honestly think that Scarlett O'Hara would have actually sipped that vile stuff. Not my girl. No way.

One day last week I was gripin on Facebook about how freakin' hot it was and that all I wanted to do was sit inside and sip tea. UNsweet tea. My friend Molly told me (through the magic of wall-to-wall comments) to try sweet tea vodka.

Huh.

I did not immediately "unfriend" Molly. I trust Molly. Why? Because I do not believe that Molly would ever, under her own power, ingest real sweet tea and that is something that I can believe in.

Besides, the girl knows her stuff when it comes to the drinky drinky.

Tried it. Loved it. Gonna try it again real soon. Even splashed in a little Simply Lemonade to give that freshed squeezed lemon wedge effect.

Thanks, Mols!

Sweet Carolina's Sweet Tea vodka. What's more Southern than that?!

Gimme that card.

I can say "sh*t" if I want to......

So, my dad says that I need a place to talk about my own stuff and that I should leave my stuff off of the blog named after my kids.

He's right.

Here's the deal: I have two very funny little guys I claim as my kids. Ben (he's not quite nine) and Oliver (he's very much two). That alone leads to some pretty cute pictures and very funny stories.

Like the time....nope, wrong blog.

Let me get to my point. Yep, I'm a mom, but it's not the only thing I am. I'm a wife, a friend, a daughter, a fan of 80's hair bands and mourner of MJ. I cuss *gasp*, have a political opinion *shudder* and appreciate a killer martini.

I'm 29 now...fine, 37...and I love my kids more than bacon, but I do want to talk about more than potty training and Mario Kart.

I need a place where I can say "sh*t" if I want to.

So, my dad made me get this blog and I'm glad he did. You, on the other hand? We'll just have to see.

sh*t