Why We Really Should Just Play Scrabble

I am disgraced.

Saturday morning I woke up with a "my god, what have i done!" feeling. My memory comes in pieces, but what I DO know is this: I layed passed out on the driveway. I threw up in my hair. I threw up in the bathtub. I had leaves in my hair from the driveway. I threw up on my shirt. I threw up on my pants. There's a huge bruise on my leg. I didn't make sence when I talked. I threw up on Susan. Some one threw me on the couch.

To everyone who dealt with me Friday, thanks! I will never drink again. Or, at least, not 7 shots of Jack.