You dirty little fist pumper...

Ever have those nights where you drink too much, and you mostly remember the night?  There's always a few dark spots here and there where you're like, I remember doing X, but then I can't remember anything else, until Y...  Yeah, that was Saturday night for me. 

We started the day off with Ghost cleaning out the garage.  This is something he's been promising to do since before Christmas, and I finally told him he needed to just fucking do it.  In the winter, we use our garage as a smoking room.  It's fucking cold outside.  Plus, we have a big screen TV and couch in there.  So it's comfy.  I sat on said couch while Ghost cleaned in order to "supervise" and tell him what could be thrown away and what couldn't.  At about noon, I sent a message to my neighbor and told her to come over and have a smoke with me.  So she sat on the couch with me and we decided it was a good time to start having some beers.  We decided we were going to have a beer drinking and eggroll eating evening (she makes goooooood eggrolls). 

She came back over for our food and beer fest at around 6.  Around this time, the ex wife decides to show up as well, because she just can't be alone.  So we sat around my beautiful and clean garage.  My neighbors sister picked up the Next Messiah for a sleepover with her son, and dropped off one of her daughter's for a sleep over with the Punk.  After a few hours, the ex wife and the neighbor went home.  At this point, our other neighbors decided they wanted to hang out, but that we had to go over there.  We like them, but they're young, and to be honest, the wife is really awkward and I just don't connect well with her.  But of course after some hard mixed drinks, I was having an easier time "connecting".  We were over until about 2 am.  I remember at one point the baby had woken up, so I wrapped her up in the Moby wrap to get her back to sleep.


(side note: this picture is from a different day.  I am just showing an example of said sleeping in the Moby wrap)

So last night Ghost and I are watching Lord of the Rings, and he is flipping through his pictures on his phone.  I hear a video being played and watch it with him.  This would be where those "dark spots of drunkeness" come in to play.  Apparently once I had gotten the baby to sleep in the Moby, I started vigorously fist pumping to some music, while I'm wearing my asleep baby.  Proud moment in parenting right there.  Ghost is laughing his ass off, and I'm just hanging my head in shame at this point.  He naturally wants to post this video.  I told him I would kill him. 

I'm such a dirty little baby wearing fist pumper.

Also, I'd like to share something with you:

He'll probably kill me for that.  But I'm willing to take the risk.