Instead, on Friday night, I decided to start ordering "alcoholic Shirley Temples." (For those of you that are wondering, this is basically vodka, and grenadine with a lime)
The result was a picture like this on the interwebs:
This photo really is on the internet somewhere other than this blog. I did you the favor of cropping out my bra strap.
And the WORST HANGOVER OF MY LIFE.
So then I convinced S to leave the house so we could go eat this:
So damn delicious. I am not even kidding. Not pictured, a diet coke from the fountain (a post-drinking MUST).And then I was magically cured from my hangover. Temporarily. (later I barfed)
On to unrelated things, I have somehow gotten on the mailing list for a store called Journey's. This is intriguing because I have never in my life shopped at this store. Ever.
But like I said, I'm somehow on the mailing list. Lucky for them, I flip through just about every catalog that comes to my house and I found this:
I am not a t-shirt person. No real reason. It's just not something I wear unless I am at the gym or pretending that I just worked out or cleaning house. But this shirt is enough to make me want to change my ways.
Jesus, is it Friday yet?