In order to get rid of all her BlogHer swag, Aunt Becky, over at Mommy Wants Vodka started a contest. She challenged her readers to use her leftover business cards in picture posts. For contest rules, see here, because I am too tired (read: drunk) to post them all here. So, without further ado, Aunt Becky Comes to Visit. Also known as "The One Where Aunt Becky Visits and Misty Gets Drunk."
I was overjoyed when Aunt Becky showed up and immediately started taking pictures. I introduced her to the entire family, of course.
Here's Punk meeting Aunt Becky. He's pretending he isn't overjoyed, but we all know differently, right?
And she met the Cunninghams (Andy and Misty):
The original plan was for Aunt Becky to accompany Misty to the pool of the new apartment. However, it has been a DAMN COLD August, so they went to the spa instead. Here’s Aunt Becky enjoying a good massage:
After the spa, Becky and Misty returned home to hang out with the family. Becky promptly climbed the blinds, Punk-style, in order to spend some time with him.
Being an asshole (read: male), as he is wont to do, he took that as a challenge.
Just when it looked like Aunt Becky was down for the count, she made a remarkable comeback! And Punk became her love slave forever.
This week marks Misty turning 23, so she and Aunt Becky has tea in sweet new ceramic “take out” cups Misty found at Gordman’s.
After a quiet weekend in, Misty had to go back to work. She left Aunt Becky in bed since she was only working half a day and because her job SUCKS.
But isn’t Aunt Becky cute when she sleeps?
At work, Misty had a REALLY SUCKY day. She and Becky decided that they should celebrate in the age old fashion: They got HAMMERED.
Aunt Becky promptly made a new friend, Rum.
And then Rum looked on sadly as she met Hyde, of Jekyll and Hyde.
Punk looked on worriedly as she made friend after friend:
But Aunt Becky missed her old friend, Vodka. In just the nick of time, some mutual friends came along.
And they helped her reach her old friend.
Drink after drink, Punk looked on with concern.
And like a True Love slave, he took care of his mommy and his Aunt Becky when they had too much to drink.
Even when that meant he had to take one for the team so Mommy and Becky couldn’t drink.*
One last drink and Becky and Mommy were ready to call it a night.
Then Punk pulled Aunt Becky’s head out of the sink (don’t worry, I’ll spare you that photo) and everyone went off to bed. And Aunt Becky got the best sleep of her life. (No one tell The Daver!!)
Please forgive me if this seems a little ramble-y or anything like that, I’m still a little drunk. Happy Birthday to me!
*No animals were hurt or real alcohol wasted in the making of this blog post.
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