or dying like I am, right now.
Yesterday was my last day on earth, which lasted about to the tenth Tequila shot, then I got up and the next thing I remember is being in my bed wondering how I got there!
Yes I figure about ten shots, three beers and a cute little concoction of some fruit in a blender with rum. But hey, who’s counting, and I had plenty of help and might be one of the lighter drinkers. Death came easy, and as I sit here dying again, with shame on me written all over my wife’s face, I beg for mercy. Please, somebody, shoot me.
I have never in my life gotten in that condition except once while in college. Last year I drank more and was fine, walking away on my own and feeling great the next morning. Today’s blog comes to you late because as they say; “I’m nursing a hangover.”
Nice, I’m very proud of myself.
Well at least my neighbors were all ok as far as I can tell, and it is always good to sit and talk to them.
Carole, this is all your fault, you should know better than to invite me!
1 comment:
I'm sort of surprised TLW didn't decide to vacuum the house this morning! That's how my wife would have done it! :)
What are the yellow tubes around everyone's ears in the picture?
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