Where's mama's beer?

I got caught uttering those very words today at the impromptu birhday party I threw together for Dave. After spending the day making a to-die-for spice cake with butter frosting bohemoth and THEN ordering pizza OVER THE PHONE, I was wiped out. But with two toddlers running around and being the excellent hostess that I am, it was a trying experience keeping track of my beer. Luckily now everyone has gone home, I can get wasted. Just kidding. I just really wanted to say that.