zero tolerance

I hate to admit that I have little to no tolerance when it comes to drinking. Zero tolerance might sum it up actually. Especially when I'm trying to drink with the guys and apparently my girl friends. And keep up during power hour. And trying to make it to century club. My body is hating me like whoa today. I don't know why I do this to myself. Luckily, this isn't a very often event but when I do drink, it's like my subconscious is telling me to drink enough to make up for the last few dry weeks. I guess that means my body is punishing myself for not enjoying a couple of cold ones more often. That's obviously the only logic to this situation. So naturally, I suppose, that means it's okay to have a beer or two each night. Maybe I'll try that route for a while.....


Thanks to trying to keep up with the guys and not wanting to appear "lame and weak sauce" also led to the night ending something like this. Me passing out in the recliner. Jordan carrying me to bed. Me getting tucked into bed. Jordan continued to drink in the living room with our friends and watch football. Jordan hearing weird noises from the bedroom. Me puking in the bed. On the bed. On the floor. And on my arm. While still passed out. Jordan holding a trash bag below me. Me missing the bag and still hitting the bed and floor. Jordan getting me to the bathroom and shower to wash off my arms and face. Jordan put all the bedding in the wash, remade the bed with a new set of sheets, and tucked me into bed. Again. Thankfully, that was the end of the eventful night and we both slept in past 10.


I have gathered three things from this:
1. Jordan is great at cleaning up puke and dealing with it. Which is awesome news because the thought of cleaning it up, even my own, makes me gag. He'll be on puke patrol for sure when we have kids. 
2. We needed to change the sheets anyway. What better way to remind us to put on the flannel sheets and put away the summer sheets than a little puke. 
3. I actually think I might be getting sick for real. So I'm not blaming all of this on the drinking. It merely is a coincidence. A big coincidence perhaps. But I have been feeling really achey and feverish for the past few days so I rest my case.


I love Lazy Sundays. I get to spend the whole day lounging in sweats with Jordan and Paisley with football on. And since I'm feeling a little under the weather that means some napping will happen too...Jordan already caught me and Paisley taking one nap. So this is how I will be spending the rest of my day....

Paisley is the best little spoon

I hope everyone fully indulges in lazy Sunday. Rest up, kick back and relax. Why work on the to-do list today when it can be done tomorrow!