“Say goodbye to yesterday, soon we will be free. Say goodbye to yesterday, say goodbye to me.
Saturday night I got loaded. I guess that’s not surprising to you. Saturday night is here again, what am I to do?
Say goodbye to my old life, hello to the new. I’m always starting over, ’cause that seems like the best thing to do.”
-Pat McCurdy (If you know him and like him, we might be soul mates)
I’m happy to report I did not get loaded on Saturday night. But I did let hubs take the clippers to my hair and shave the entire sides and part of the back. He has never cut hair before. Resulted in a sort of punk little pony mullet and fulfilled my urge to say “Fuck It” to something.
Then I gathered my confidence, and my mocktail, and went to socialize out in the yard of our new and obviously religious (but perhaps not conservative?) new neighbors. It was a tad uncomfortable and not super fun, but I was happy I didn’t drink even though the Booze Bitch had many reasons ready to justify it.