We went to a party last night with some friends and so today, I WAS EXTREMELY HUNG OVER. This hangover won't go away, I'm dizzy, but its my sons birthday, 12/5, and today's birthday party must go on. So it did, but I've been bumping into things, knocking shit over all day. Like seriously, the grocery store was "clean up in asile 5" after my ass knocked something off of the shelf.
My husband went to bed about 8:30pm, laughing at me, told me to go to bed before I have another accident. FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT, I'd like to share with you, what I, Bev/LucyRicardo, have done in the last hour, JUST THE LAST HOUR since he fell asleep. This shit has been going on ALL DAY. I should have listened to my husband. Instead, boy is he gonna be mad at me at 6am. I should have listened to him and went to bed.
FIRST, I went downstairs and decided to straighten the rug under the coffee table. So I lifted up one side of the coffee table and of course, everything, including the glass ash tray went sliding off the other side of the table onto the hardwood floor, shattered, glass everywhere. Why didn't I realize that would happen, what the hell is wrong with me today? So I cleaned it up, more dizzy now....
SECOND, I decided to have a piece of a Bakers Square Cheesecake/french apple thingy that one of the guest had brought to the birthday party earlier today. I'm carrying a piece on a plate and a glass of milk to the frontroom, slipped on the kitchen floor, fell forward, the milk FLEW out of my hand (propelling forward, towards the front door and coat rack) so hard that it made the jingle bells on my front door jingle, from the milk now dripping down them and the door, and my hubby's coat.
I put the cake on the side table in the frontroom and I was trying to stay positive, laughing it off, thinking, AT LEAST I SAVED THE LAST PIECE OF CAKE!! Then I went downstairs to fold some clothes, then I remembered the cheesecake, so I came back to get it and another glass of milk.....
THIRD, Upon entering the front room, I immediately see my husbands work boot on the couch, where I had been sitting a few minutes ago. What the hell?
So, I'm at the sink, washing his shoe insole, my son's wallet and the inside of the shoe. I put them in the dish drainer to dry and start laughing hysterically at what he's going to think when he sees this scene tomorrow morning.
I thought, its been 45 minutes, his coat is going to smell like spoiled milk, his shoe is going to smell like rotten cheesecake tomorrow, he's gonna kill me.
SO, THAT WAS ONE HOUR, JUST ONE HOUR, MY ENTIRE FRIGGIN DAY WAS LIKE THAT.
UPDATE: The next morning. I'm sleeping and my husband calls upstairs, "Honey, why are my shoe and Michael's wallet in the dish drainer?" So it took me a second and then I remembered it all and started laughing. So at least I woke up laughing.