A few weeks back, my crew and I went to the downtown annual beer tent.  This is typically a big drinking night.  Hence, the BEER tent.  Since the beers started flowing at approximately 6 PM, I was perfectly happy to call it quits around 10 PM.  Had I stayed any longer, bad things would have happened.  Once Jason found me peeing in the men's room, he decided to put the kibosh on my fun and take me home. 

Side note: The beer tent is always scheduled on the last day of school (a kick off to Summer, so to speak).  Another thing that always happens on the last day of school is that my neighbor hosts a party in her backyard where she invites all the neighborhood kids, pitches a movie screen outside and all the little ones curl up in blankets and eat popcorn.  The last 4 years, I've sent my kids to do this with the babysitter while Jason and I fall face first into copius amounts of beer.  Awesome parents' moment #210.

So, we get home and we immediately walk across the street to collect our babysitter and children.  I am wearing 4 inch heels which doesn't bode with A. the wet grass or B. my alcohol level.  I somehow identify my boys (which is to say that I just sort of whisper/yelled their names into the general direction of the crowd and two boys came walking toward me.  I just assumed they were mine).  We go home.  I put the kids to bed.  I chat with the babysitter for a few minutes.  I cut her a check. I walk her to her car.  I pass out.  End of story. 

Or not....   Several weeks go by.  I get a text from our beloved babysitter.  Here's what it read, verbatim:
Hey.  I have a question for you.  I went to deposit your check yesterday and the teller pointed out that the check was written out for $45, but the amount written out was "forty and five one hundredths dollars". Did you mean to pay me $45 or $40.05? 

Really, Leslie?  Forty and five one hundredths?  Who do I think I am?  Writing such an intricate amount on our super fancy Harley Davidson checks? What does forty and five one hundredths even mean?  I told her that I obviously meant to give her $40 + a nickel and why was that so hard to understand? 

Then, I re-wrote her a check for $45 the next day and walk o' shamed it to her mailbox.