Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Whoops
I remember why I've been avoiding the Tuesday night poker game.
There's this thing on Wednesdays that gets in the way.
It's called work.
I need a cheeseburger. Stat.
And a pillow.
And maybe some tylenol.
*poker wasn't the only culprit. Stopping by the bar on my way home for 'one' might have contributed. That, and the two I had when I got home because I was mid-second wind.*
And, oh yeah, I lost. Quickly.
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Stopping by the bar on my way home for 'one' might have contributed. That, and the two I had when I got home because I was mid-second wind.
I've felt your pain. :(
I hope you got your cheeseburger.
Cheeseburgers are better than Jesus (cheeseus?) when you are hung over.
But captcha recommends that you noeatoo.
The problem isn't the poker or the drinking.
It's that four letter word W-O-R-K.
(If it was fun, they wouldn't call it work.)
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Here Von! In honor of Oktoberfest and your wild night out. :)
I'm sorry to say I have more Happy Schnapps Combo than anyone should. :)
I got my cheeseburger!!
Work is always the problem, isn't it??
Jennifer - thanks for the Happy Schnapps!! LOVED IT!!!
Happy Early Birthday, Punkin'!!!
:)
Are you taking the day off tomorrow? Will you be closing down bars around the Chi-town area?? If so, I hope you get some b-day cheeseburgers.
Thank you Jennifer!!
Nope, I'll be at work tomorrow.
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