Thursday, July 23, 2009

I Do This To Myself

I put the "ass" in "embarrassment." I really do.

I woke up on Sunday morning with a sore throat and by yesterday, I couldn't stand the pain any longer. I pacified myself with Vernors and Halls until on my way out to House of Chan (our once-a-week at least dinner/lunch destination) with Kels last night, I stopped at Target and picked up some Tylenol Cough & Sore Throat non-drowsy Daytime.

Lies! All lies.

Because by the time the check came to the table, I was so tired that I felt like I was going to curl up in the booth and take a nap. To make matters worse, my stomach was starting to feel not so fabulous, and there was an extremely demanding couple that kept stealing the waitress's attention.

I drove home and don't remember much else except hitting the bathroom and then calling Corey before I finally narced out at 8:20pm (at which time it was still light outside).

I woke up this morning to a voicemail from Jess in hysterical laughter telling me she'd just shared my text message with her whole family. In checking my Sent folder, I found this:

"Well, I think this is the end. I think I am pooping myself to death. I don't know that I'll make it out of this, so know that I love you."

The same day that I wrote my Texts From This Morning post. And now I just shared it with the internet.

Yep, "ass" in "embarrassment" about covers it.



  1. I don't know why you do that to yourself, but then again, being young and foolish is always a delight.

  2. Dude, i gotta get some of that medicine. Sounds fun...