Yesterday at about 2 AM I found myself in the bathroom in the position Bill Cosby demonstrates at 3:56 minutes into this video.
Oh, brother.
Unlike Bill, I can't blame alcohol on this really..um.... unpleasant experience, however. John and I had been out celebrating Greg's birthday with him and Terese and their daughter, and although the birthday boy and his buddy had enjoyed a few adult beverages, I had refrained since I was the designated driver. So I sipped on a Coke, enjoyed a fabulous prime rib dinner, laughed, visited and sang "Happy Birthday" as Greg blew out the candles on his birthday brownie.
What a fun evening.
So why was it ME -- the responsible I'm-driving-so-give-me-a-plain-old-soda person -- that was hanging out in the bathroom talking to the porcelain telephone in the wee hours of the morning, hm?
Monday, June 10, 2013
Happy Barfday
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There is no rhyme or reason,we just have very weird delicate digestive systems. Something you ate that was a little richly prepared, or you ate a tad more than you're used to eating will do it. Hope you're better today, after your"phone call".
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