Yesterday, I had some errands to run and while I was out, I thought it might be a nice idea to pick up a bottle of wine. My boys - the Evil Twin and Buddy - had plans for the evening, so I had the house to myself after I bathed Sissy and put her in bed. I enjoyed my wine...
I woke up this morning, naked, and having no clue how I ended up that way. Luckily, I was in bed with the Evil Twin. There is still about one glass of wine left in the bottle and it's making me queasy just thinking about it.
I used to be so much better (or would that be worse?) about drinking - an entire bottle of wine wouldn't have fazed me. But, I've really cut down in the last couple of months, so it hit me hard last night.
It's apparent that I need a new vice. One that doesn't come with a pounding headache the next day. So far, the best part of my day was when the Evil Twin went to Taco Bell. Taco Bell is the BEST hangover helper food ever! Why do you think they stay open half the night? For all the crazy drunks and stoners.
Speaking of that... the nail polish on one of my toes was chipping off and I just picked the rest off because I planned on re-painting them last night (before the Merlot started talking). The Evil Twin noticed and asked why I had one unpainted toenail. I told him that was my "coke toenail." That's only funny if you can remember the 80s.
Perhaps I can get around to that pedicure this evening - unless more wine shows up in the house. (hair of the dog, ya know?).