September 11, 2008


Yeah, so I drunk snail-mailed my husband tonight.
It's like drunk-dialing, only it won't get to him for two weeks.
I pent up four months of dead babies and deployment and unleashed it all on 9/11 coverage. Not good.


I hadn't mailed the letter yet, so I got up this morning and read it. Ha. Don't worry, I didn't write the letter about depressing stuff; that's just what prompted me to grab a pen. It seems I wrote about T. Boone Pickens and Band of Brothers. It's very rambling and ridiculous.

Oh, and I feel fine this morning, and really...could a super-drunk person have cleared through Level 23 on Dr. Mario? I think not. I can handle my wine.

Posted by Sarah at September 11, 2008 10:15 PM | TrackBack

I suppose you dropped it in the mailbox already. At least you have time to warn him about it and he can decide whether or not to open it. Maybe he can just mail it back to you.

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at September 11, 2008 10:47 PM

I really can't imagine sending anything BACK from a war zone--I would anticipate letters for WEEKS, which is how long they took to get to me when I was in the field.

Warning him about the content would not be a bad thing, though.


Posted by: Sig at September 11, 2008 11:14 PM

"drunk snail-mail"

Not a phrase I ever thought about before - but truly fitting.

Posted by: airforcewife at September 11, 2008 11:17 PM

Oh wait...I guess I drunk-blogged that post too. I didn't write about all that depressing stuff; it just prompted me to write a long mushy and rambling letter.

Posted by: Sarah at September 12, 2008 07:42 AM

Sarah, I hope this means that you have recovered from your drunk-chatting session last night, too!

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at September 12, 2008 07:56 AM

Well, you know, the Army really CAN take the fun out of drunk-dialing. Hmmm.

You can always assure your hubby that you have cyber cronies who keep you company (and actively participate) when you feel like getting your drink on. :)

Love you!

Posted by: Guard Wife at September 12, 2008 08:43 AM

Wow. Sounds like a fun night.

Have a good weekend!

Posted by: T at September 12, 2008 09:45 AM


You drunk snail mailed your husband a letter about T. Boone Pickens!! I love it, I bet T. Boones ears are still burning!!!

Have a wonderful weekend.

Posted by: Pamela at September 12, 2008 01:48 PM

holla! I always knew we were kindred spirits!

Posted by: Lane at September 13, 2008 12:42 AM

I've drunk emailed (after the NC SBL) but never drunk snail mailed. Interesting. Glad you can handle your wine though it doesn't surprise me.

Posted by: HomefrontSix at September 13, 2008 04:16 AM

HAHAHA!!! Right there with you. I was at an Advanced Estate Planning Class in Newport, Rhode Island at the Naval Justice School. (Boy, did I join the wrong service!) I was designated driver most of the week, but Thursday they talked me into letting loose and walking to the Officers Club for lobster and wine, then walking back to my room. Yes, I did not eat lobster, but I drank a lot of wine. Woke up at 0400 completely dizzy after having a radical dream about drinking four quarts of orange juice.

When I arrived at class - five minutes past the start time of 0730, how embarrassing - my compadre in crime whispered how dizzy she'd been when she got out of bed. "It must have been those cigars we smoked with the guys." Say what?

I also ordered a pizza when I got back to the room - as you do - and I must have spoken intelligibly, because I got what I wanted. I have a horrible feeling the pizza guys totally mocked me afterwards. SLOOOWW talker. :)

Posted by: Oda Mae at September 13, 2008 12:11 PM

She plays Dr. Mario. We should totally hang out next time I'm in Carolina. Or, you know, visit Portland. It's pretty, if you can overlook all the anti-Bush stickers.

Posted by: Anwyn at September 14, 2008 12:41 AM