...and just when you thought i was becoming a domesticated softy, i come back.
with a barf story.
it started out like most barf stories do, at the much anticipated Holiday Work Party.
it was a White Elephant.
my favorite kind of party.
i made a clever card.
i obsessed over it.
i tried to force everyone else to appreciate my cunning sense of humor.
my gift was the most coveted.
i walked away with sheers.
thats a fancy word for scissors.
and no one loves scissors more than i do.
except maybe Martha Stewart herself.
afterwards, we went to favorite bar with coworkers for an hour.
then i went home to change into something fancy for my friends party.
now, i'm sure you can piece together this puzzle rather easily.
here are the facts:
- woke up on couch at 2 am.
- fully dressed.
- covered in blankets.
- with a trashcan nearby
- and a glass of water.
and here are the mysteries:
- who's hair tie is this?
- how much did i drink?
- why does my breath stink SO bad?
- why do i have so many pairs of socks on?
- what the heck am i going to do with all this jalapeno dip?
i'm a moron.
or an alcoholic
either way, i have some explaining to do.
to my Friend, whose party i missed.
to Mr. REA, who wiped my barf off the toilet.
and to myself.
happy belated holidays everyone.
