But I'm Pretty Good at Drinkin Beer

This post brought to you by laziness and listening to Billy Currington on repeat.  And by the fact that today, September 28, is National Drink a Beer Day!  Who's celebrating with me?

Before we get started on drinking beers today, let me tell you about all the things I do not excel at:

I've never finished an entire mascara before (a) getting bored or (b) it drying out beyond saving.  I HAVE finished chapsticks, which I think a lot of people can't say, but never a darn mascara.

I get easily distracted so if I'm working on a task I don't really care about, it'll likely never get done because I'll find 10,000 other things to work on.

I want to be good at video games but apparently I'm lacking in hand eye coordination.  If you didn't know, I've known my boyfriend and his family for many years.  His younger brother Eric is now 25 and I used to play video games with him when he was 9 or 10.  He remembers that I always wanted to play Gotham Racing, because I didn't have to use so many buttons, but he didn't mind because he could actually beat me, as opposed to playing against the system which was really hard.  I couldn't even beat a 9 year old at going around in a circle.

I'm only semi-decent at beer pong, and only after I've had 7 beers.  Don't even ask about bags (corn hole), that's even worse.

I can't walk in heels, even after all these years of trying.

I never check my phone.  Not calls or voicemails, not emails, not social media.  Sometimes texts, if I feel like it.  I don't even know why I own a smartphone, what a waste of money.

As much as I declutter, I keep buying lipsticks in pretty colors that I don't wear, because they're really dark purples and reds that aren't work appropriate.

Yard work.  I've never mowed a lawn or pulled a weed in my life and I have absolutely no intentions of doing so.  I can, however, turn the sprinkler on to water the plants.

Wearing my retainer.  I need to straighten out my top teeth, I know I do, and yet you'd think the retainer was made of poison for all the times I manage to put it in my mouth.

Wearing jewelry.  My ears are so sensitive that it's just such a process to wash earrings every time I want to wear them.  Necklaces I just forget about altogether.  I own a few, I just never manage to put them on.  Oh well.

... but I'm pretty good at drinkin beer.

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