Tipsy

I'm a little drunk tonight.   It's true.  Vodka.

I had a craving.  An olfactory craving, if you will.  So I wandered across the street- barefoot -over to the woods at 3 am to get to the mimosa tree.  I plucked a choice a blossom:  full, fuzzy, and fragrant, and brought it back home to sniff late into the night.

Ah the sweet scent of insanity.