When I started writing my last post about ‘Volunteering Under the Influence
’, I got a tad carried away and started reminiscing about some of my past drunken escapades. Let’s just say, there have been a few. And I really enjoyed putting them down on paper.
The only downside was that my blog post was turning into the size of a novel. So I had to cut and edit and cut some more so that my last post still had a point.
But now it feels like such a shame to put all that hard work to waste. So I’ve decided to include these additional stories about my drunken escapades as separate blog posts. Even though they have nothing to do with parenting.
The Night I Met Your Father tells the tale of how I finally got Cliff Clay to get off his arse and make a proper move on yours truly.
Just to set the scene. The year is 2000. A brand new millennium. I’m still living in Philly. I’m still single. But all that is about to change…
Read more at: http://12hourstobedtime.blogspot.ca/2012/05/night-i-met-your-father...