Stupid Hangover

Birthday party fun with beautiful friends led to a painful morning. Had to go to the grocery store and decided to get it out of the way first thing so I could spend the rest of the day coddling myself on the couch. I wore my sunglasses the entire time in the store…so what. It’s bright in there. It is remarkable what you will buy when you are hung-over and how much time you will spend in the store even thought it is the last place you want to be.

Watching The Hangover seemed like a good move. Watching people who are feeling worse than me sounded perfect. Nope, I still think I beat them in the feeling like shit category. At least they are famous…and just acting. I was a bit annoyed by how lovely everything just came together in the end. So you have this HORRIBLE 2 day fiasco and you come home to your respective lives and see how great you have it, or could have it. Freakin’ fabulous. Right. Maybe it was just MY hangover, but screw that crap.

My next day went something like this: work on my day off, get my ass kicked at happy hour, new shoes destroy feet, boss acts like a dick, huge headache ensues, get cut from work, nope…still have to keep working, continue 3 more hours of fake smiles, do everyone’s’ job for them, go into hallway to avoid crying or yelling and to rest feet, I act like a dick, get cut from work, immediately leave, cry a little in car ride home, crawl into bed, cat pees on bed.

AARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!

After about an hour of sulking in a sheet less bed, my man comes home, crawls into bed, wraps his arms around me, and kisses my cheek. Suddenly I realized how no matter how shitty my night was and how up and down my relationship can be, I was so grateful that I had an incredible person to share my nights with. Good or bad.

OK Hangover, you were only MOSTLY full of shit. But still totally hilarious.

"Why do they call them roofies? They should be call floories. Or rapies."