I hate when this happens...

I want some wine or beer, I have neither on hand, but I don't feel like going anywhere to buy them, because that would involve putting on regular clothes, then going downstairs, then walking to my car, then getting in the car, then driving somewhere, then getting out of the car, then walking through the parking lot into the store, then finding the booze aisle, then deciding what I want, then waiting in line at the register...you get the idea.

Now, some might say "well Leah, that's why you need a man in your life." Yeah, I suppose I need a new hole in my head too. If I were a betting woman in Vegas, if the man in my life were even around me on a Friday night, he'd say something like "why should I go get that for you?" Because I'm gracing you with my presence, you ingrate. Because you hardly ever do anything else for me. Because you taunt my cat. Because that's what you're here for.

Men. Can't live with 'em, can't send 'em out for booze.