Do you all remember the chanting of the alcohol waiting for you? Well my son's party was a success but I forgot to give the beer to my parents when they left. My husband refused to babysit me so I tried really hard to wait as long as I could without going near the fridge. Yet I could feel it calling me.....Jenny, relax, you did a good job on the party, you deserve one. Finally I could not wait any longer.
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