Oooo, Me likey the wine

Ah, yes. The joys of early bedtimes. Fortunately for me, and my drinking habit, the girls go down to bed at 7:00. This leaves me PLENTY of time to down as much wine as I'd like on any given night. I must say, blogging is much more fun when slightly intoxicated, although the amount of typos I keep creating are rediculous, and for me, very annoying. I don't really have anything in particular to talk about this evening, but I have had a few thoughts throughout the last few days. Here they are, in no particular order:
1. I hate winter (I'm not sure if I've mentioned this yet?). I feel like it's just not worth going anywhere during the day. My house is immaculate though (well, as immaculate as a house can be with two dogs, two cats, a husband and two daughters - if it weren't for that damn husband).
2. It's so nice to have friends that "just know". Like, you know when you are talking with someone on the phone and either you, or them, get tired of talking and you just know it's time to hang up? No other words necessary, just "ok, bye!". easy as that. You know you'll be talking to them later anyway.
3. I love my family. I could not be happier right now with the hubby and girls. We all have our issues and I'd venture to guess that we have more issues than many, but the contentment I feel being here in this present situation with all of them just makes me all tingly inside. **tear**
4. health insurance sucks.
5. my glass of wine is empty (and no, I am not being pessimistic. it is just, literally, empty).
6. I have a friend who's children hate my cooking. Now, I wouldn't really consider myself a "good cook" but I am, by no means, a bad one. I mean, come on! I grew up on corned beef hash, fish sticks and meatloaf that had been microwaved with tomato soup on the top. I think that the next time they come over I am going to cook "my mother's famous meatloaf" for them and then I'll have them begging for my spicy chicken. It's even funnier when the little one gags as he tries to "take a taste". Poor little guy. But we have to expand our horizons, right? Next week, it's Sushi!
7. Why is it that dogs know the exact day that you put your duvet cover (in lamens' terms: blanket that goes on bed) in the wash? They stay off of it alllll week, but the second it comes out of the drier, they are all over it like white on rice. CAN I PLEASE JUST SLEEP ON IT FIRST? Then you are more than welcome to get your nasty shedding fur and paw prints all over the damn thing. Just ONE night. Nothing major.
8. Over the last five years, my priorities have shifted significantly. This past Tuesday, I went grocery shopping. By myself. With no children. For two hours. It was the most glorious two hours I have spent by myself in a long time. I got a coffee, drank the whole thing without any of it spilling or getting cold and I actually got to focus on what I was buying, rather than just throwing random shit in my cart before meltdowns started, hoping it was on my list. Ah, the simple things in life.
9. I would like to put in a dog run this summer. Not that I don't like cleaning dog shit off of children's shoes everyday. I'm just thinking that it might be nice to have aforementioned poop contained to one area besides right underneath the swing and at the bottom of the slide (again, they just seem to know these things).
Well, random thoughts are done for the evening. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. I needs me another glass o' wine.