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.

7 comments:

Jennifer said...

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.

fish said...

Cheeseburgers are better than Jesus (cheeseus?) when you are hung over.

But captcha recommends that you noeatoo.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

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.)
~

Jennifer said...

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. :)

Von said...

I got my cheeseburger!!
Work is always the problem, isn't it??
Jennifer - thanks for the Happy Schnapps!! LOVED IT!!!

Jennifer said...

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.

Von said...

Thank you Jennifer!!
Nope, I'll be at work tomorrow.