Edgy Mama

Family, alcohol, kids, rich food, political differences. What more could you want?

I started writing this while I was in Atlanta for the pre-Christmas party circuit, but I abandoned it because of time constraints.

The sked was packed, and unfortunately, I didn’t get to see friends, other than a bunch of my sister’s buds who came to a party she hosted at her home. Where we were staying.

I tried to go to sleep around 1:00 ish last night but vaguely remember being awoken several times over the next couple of hours by hip hop music and loud-voiced commercial realtors.

I don’t look much like my sisters, which caused some interesting confusion, as I was wandering the party with Biscuit in my arms for a good part of the night. I think people thought I’d just brought my dog with me as an accessory. A la Paris Hilton. The truth was that when I put him upstairs with the kids he tried to dig through the door, according to the baby sitter. Later, he whined, waking the kids up (even more so than the loud party-goers). And he’s so small, I was afraid he’d trip someone. Or someone would step on him. So I carried him around the party when he wasn’t busy cleaning the floor of sausage dip and cupcakes (he got in trouble for scarfing a couple mini cupcakes off a low table. Luckily, he seems to have a strong tummy).

So I found myself explaining to several people why I was carrying an exhausted Dorkie Poo around a semi-formal party. My middle sis said she overheard one guy say, “What’s with the lady with the dog?”

That said, I found that the pup was a great ice breaker. And that I like talking to people who like dogs. People who smile when they see dogs are my kind of folks. Even if I am the crazy lady wearing high heels and carrying a scruffy mutt around a party.