Monday, February 22, 2010
What's The Green Hopper? It's The Free Bus For Drunks.
What I do know is that I woke up at seven Friday morning with Chandler one inch from my face whining to go out, a wad of cotton in my mouth, and what felt like a giant vice grip clamped around my head. There really was no vice grip or cotton in my mouth, but the whining dog dancing around and begging to go out was for real. Forty five minutes later, I pulled myself together enough to take Chandler walkies around the block, with only one barf stop behind the bushes by the church. I haven't felt that bad in years, but I think it is a good lesson that I need once every decade. Three drinks are enough. One other thing, I found an empty bottle of wine in the garbage. It is possible that I finished off the wine from dinner after we returned home, but since nobody saw me do it, I say I didn't. But it surely would explain the absolute nausea I felt all day Friday.