Another Friday. I knew this was going to be a long one. Thanks to my friends: vodka, sake and merlot. I’m not an alcoholic. I just drink like one on Thursday nights. It’s my night out and Friday is my morning in. Everyone knows that.
I woke up around 6:30. I had put on my sleep shirt but was still wearing my thong underwear from the night before. That was my first clue. I NEVER sleep in thong underwear. Its like sleeping with floss up your butt.
Then I opened my eyes. Everything was clear. Another bad sign. I wear contacts but NOT TO BED.
My husband was already gone, off to work. I’m ALWAYS the first one up.
I decided to get up and start my day. Not easy with a POUNDING headache. That’s what you get when you invite all of your friends (mentioned above) to the same party on the same night. I looked in the mirror and looking back at me was a CLOWN. Barnum and Bailey is calling. One of their clowns ran away. Really, it was me. Lipstick smeared all around my mouth. Mascara underneath my swollen, bloodshot eyes. And I guess I didn’t brush my teeth either. It felt like little gremlins had crawled into my mouth and taken a shit. (Thanks MG)
I brushed my teeth and washed my face and decided that I needed to get some exercise to sweat all of my friends (toxins) out of my body. It worked. But I still have the headache. Today is the day that my stairs are being turned from yucky, dirty carpeting to clean, beautiful wood. Its very LOUD, lots of banging and electric sawing. But I don’t regret last night for a moment. It was fun. Except for the thong thing.