For some unknown, but obviously stupid, reason - I decided to drink some vodka, last night. So I did. A lot of vodka. The Mrs, about 24 or 25 years ago, bought a large bottle of vodka in some Caribbean island she vacationing; about the same time (give or take a year), three and half thousand miles away, I swore I'd never touch vodka again. I broke that promise - and, looking at what used to be about 3/4 a bottle, and is now about half a bottle - did I ever!
Stupidity, potato juice and me. We had a grand old time, last night. I hope we did - I don't remember. The Mrs tells me I was somewhat garrulous. And incoherent. I'm trying to work out how that's different from normal. (Don't expect much. An hour ago, a bit of paper could outwit me. Hmm. That really isn't any different to normal.)
Right now, I feel I can match wits with an envelope. It would have been a nasty sight, earlier this morning. Not a big envelope, mind you. They're mean. After I've had something to eat (I've taken some excedrin), I should be able to hold my own against a pad of paper. Hopefully, by this afternoon - I'll be able to outwit a squirrel. Although that might be too ambitious; perhaps I should practice keeping up with a mouse? I'm not holding out much hope for that, however.
But first - I have to go find that envelope and ... I'm not sure. Lick it? :-)
Ooo. That one was more painful than my head. I'm going back to bed.
Carolyn Ann
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