Mom and Dad and I had a very nice dinner last night at a local high-end steakhouse. I had tomato and mozzarella salad with balsamic vinegar, half a pretzel breadstick, a NY strip steak with brown sauce and black peppercorns, fries and a slice of flourless chocolate cake, courtesy of the management because Mom had told them we were celebrating Dad's birthday and mine. I'd probably have been fine if I also hadn't had two Lemon Drop martinis, which hit me hard about a 40 minutes after I got home. I fell once in the kitchen while I was trying to set up the coffee and then walked into the bathroom door frame while trying to go lie down.
Gross stuff after the jump:
I have a glorious shiner, which makes me not look forward to going to work tomorrow:
And more troublesome, some cuts on both the outside and the inside of my upper lip which want to re-open every time I drink, talk, eat or do anything (brushing my teeth was ooofun this morning).
I just want to fast forward to September naow, please.
2 comments:
Woman! Stop that.
Yes'm. Stopped.
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