#whereisbev

A friend of mine sent this to me from a St. Patrick’s Day parade and I honestly thought they made it for me because it’s the most accurate sign of all time. 

Well, guys, I just want you to know I’m here. Bev just hasn’t been feeling very Bev lately, and I 100% chalk that up to the fact that I have significantly limited my champagne consumption in 2018 and we all know Bev performs best when she has a slight buzz (her body’s version of homeostasis) and she just hasn’t had many buzzes lately. (*Smoke and Mama G rejoice*)

But have no fear, BevHive- this particular cleanse ends this coming Friday when Bev hits a happy hour with coworkers which is really just the beginning, as next week is my spring break. Which includes a trip to Mexico, and then a 35th birthday for one certain shitty blogger who apparently no longer blogs. Add in a likely Easter Sunday Funday (you’re welcome, Jesus, and, yes, I will wear my Jesus shirt), and Bev should have some content ready to roll out to you guys. I’m also dedicating my flight to Mexico to sorting through my Spot Sue pics and getting those bitches photoshopped up and ready to rock and roll for some #SSS to be revived. (Keep in mind that I have eight Southwest drink tickets that I plan to use on this Mexico trip, so I give myself three Spot Sue pictures doctored before I’m happily bumpin’ Lil’ Wayne and Beyonce and forgetting I even have an aunt named Sue).

As always, thanks for reading, BevHive, and I also just want you to know that I went to Fawn’s for dinner last night and she gave me my birthday gift early. And when I say birthday gift, I mean champagne bottle straws. Champagne Bottle. Straws. So, ya know, look for those in action soon.

Happy (sober) Sunday to all and to all a fast upcoming week so Bev’s Whole30 can end and she can potentially vomit off a few more pounds before spring break good night.

-Bev