- hot cider + apple brandy
- hot vanilla vodka + amaretto
- hot chocolate + rum
- hot chocolate + bailey's
This would lead me to believe that my weekends have now transformed into an unfavorable routine where I play the plum role of town drunkard and have constant love/hate theoretical txt msgs w/ my worked-to-death liver. Here is how I assume these interactions would go:
Liver: tireeeed
Me: shutup, u and earn ur keep
Stomach: sup guys
Me: ur old news
We all chuckle and laugh about this jaunt into mild alcoholism but geez me, ORLY? I'm pretty sure near the end of the night, I drunkenly purchased another knit sweater and earmuffs in the shape of penguins.
And anti-wrinkle eye cream. SINCE I GOTS TO TAKE CARE OF SELF
AMIRITE?
Also, I may need to consume enough water to deplete the Central Valley irrigation system for two years. Ughhhhh.
