Lost Cat

so on our way to swim class this morning, I noticed a sign for a missing cat in our development.


I don't know where it is now, but I can tell you for sure it snuck in our bedroom last night and took a shit in my throat.


Next time I feel like celebrating.... tell me not to.


I mean, it all started off simple enough... throwin' back the French wine with the chicken.... (which, by the way, was freaking SUPERB!!!! I don't know how I've lived this long without having asparagus, prosciutto, garlic and goat cheese stuffed chicken. MAN!!! that shit was GOOD!!!!)

so anyways... like I was saying.... everything's fiiiine. eating, .....drinking...... talking....... being happy.... what? oh, you want to open another bottle? well, maybe we shouldn't.... what? oh, you already opened it? oh, ok... well maybe just another glass. or two. and a captain and sprite. or two.


I blame my on-line girls..... yesterday we were talking about our re-union meeting we're planning, talking about drinking, and of COURSE I have to be retarded and think I can drink like I did in my 20's.... so I proceeded to do so..... uggg. big mistake.


again, I say..... who let the cat in, cause when I woke up, there was some nasty shit goin' on in my mouth.


I of course did what any sensible former bar-hopper would do when I woke up feeling woozy at 5am.... I puked up a truckload, brushed my teeth, drank some water and went back to sleep.


I feel totally fine now, but let's just say I was feeling the waves in the pool way before we got to swim class.

so did I learn my lesson? I suppose, but it's not like I didn't know what would happen when I proceeded to drink all of that crap. .....I guess Revelations is more interesting when I've got a shithouse on.