It smells like puke in here and other stories...

I learned a valuable drinking lesson this weekend, it was really one I should have known before, but it is always good to reaffirm that I am not a super hero who is immune to the stupifying affects of alcohol!

The lesson:
Do not mix various flavors of margaritas with various types of beers, a couple of cigarettes and a cohiba cigar!

The result:
Re-enactment of the Exorcist in my bathroom at 2 in the morning...and the announcement from me (of course) that the bathroom smells like puke! It was as if I had missed the events that had been occuring 5 minutes earlier...I blame the margarita demons! ;-)

The next day:
I woke up Grande at 10 in the morning to get me some kind of pain killer, and continued to sleep until sometime after noon. I laid on the couch in varying degrees of pain for the rest of the day...not a pretty site!


Other Stories:
Word of the Day!!
I learned last night that there is a town in Wales called Mumbles...the town was named after boobs! Oh yes I said boobs! Apparently there are two mountains around that town that the original settlers thought looked like boobs, so they named the town Mumbles, there slang word for boobs.

Work complaint of the day:
In this bizarro world of my life, the dumb grammatically incorrect co-worker has moved into the position of leader of the team I am a part of at work...I am not sure how this happened, or what the future holds, but it scares me that the person who once said that she "hated foreign people who didn't speak english good" could now be my boss...this definitely goes on the list of reason why I need to find a new job!!

And last but not least...
Driving complaint for the day:
People who don't turn right on red!! In PA we don't have a law against this unless there is a sign posted. Yesterday I was behind two different people who refused to turn right on red, no signs were posted!!! AURGH!