- You wake up and it sounds like there is a tiny woman in your skull screaming at the top of her lungs while she rips out chunks of your brain.
- You stumble out to find the kitchen and living room covered in empty wine bottles, glasses, playing cards and heartburn medicine bottles.
- You burst into tears watching Olympic synchronized swimming, which immediately shifts into uncontrollable giggles at how stupid you are.
- About the time you get that under control, you burst into tears watching an inspirational Nike commercial. You ask your husband to put you down.
- You check your email and find this photo you sent yourself from the night before of your husband playing knife games with your friend.
Please send help.
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Wondered why i woke up missing a pinky…..
Yeah… sorry about that. Does your head hurt as bad as mine does?
Just so long as the inspirational Nike message of “Just Do It” doesn’t lead to more tear-fueled knife games.
Although actually, I bet a lot of Olympic sports would be more gripping if knives were involved…
It was a bunch of older women talking about achieving in sports and then their voices would come out of little girls saying the same things and then *sob!*
Oh amy..lmao i sucked down to many vodka martinis last night an you hit the nail on the head except the husband part for me .. hahahaha well done yet again. where have you been hiding all my life ? 🙂
You have my sympathies. I NEVER used to get hangovers, and I have to say I could have lived without them FOREVER.
It looks like you had a SENSATIONAL time!
Luckily I took a picture to help bring it all back through the fog…
Are you sure that’s not just menopause? I’ve never had a Manhattan, but after only one vodka gimlet I usually end up sobbing and synchronized swimming in my bath tub. Good times.
So you just waltz over to my blog and call me OLD?! You, sir, are a scoundrel! (imagine me slapping you with a white glove)
I was going to say PMSing or pregnant-another stereotypical narrow perception of emotional women-but I didn’t want to get yelled at for that 😉
I’m a little hung over so forgive me but did you just say that synchronized knife games are now an Olympic event? I’m tearing up just thinking about it.
If the goal is to actually HIT the fingers, we are GOLD baby.
Somehow, without even seeing the picture, I guessed at who else might be involved in such an evening!
I know, she’s nothing but trouble, right?
I was so hungover the other week that I cried at a dead bird on the side of the road.
Alcohol is evil.
Absolutely! (She said, drinking a mimosa with one hand and irish coffee with the other…)
Whenever I’m around people who are drinking they start talking politics and get shouty. I need to hang out with more entertaining drunks.
Yeah that doesn’t sound like fun. We play with knives and argue over important things like who’s the best Muppet.
LOL!! This post made me so happy!!! xxxx
Yea! Love enthusiastic commenters!!! 😀 ((HUGS))
Oh my god; I’ve been on this ride!
Disney would be OUT OF BUSINESS if they had rides like that one…