I am NOT Chowderheads mother

Yesterday, I got my wee little hands on some SMARTIES. Oh the joy! Now, I haven't had any in quite a bit. I came home last night, anticipating the moment when I could induldge in the tranquil high I would soon get. I decided to push off the actual moment for a bit though. Create some more excitement so the high would be even BETTER! I cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, and did some general tidying up. Then I ate some Cheerios. I love me some Cheerios and last night they really hit the spot. So, after being home for about an hour, it was time. I opened up a bottle of wine (cause it's like a celebration when you get Smarties) and put 2 down the hatch. I went and took a nice long, albeit very stoned, bath. When I got out, I was pretty dizzy. Had to lay down. Gads! I do not remember THIS feeling before? Where was the euphoria? Wanting to talk to everyone while furiously cleaning my home? No, this was NOT a happy feeling. Maybe I should have 1/2 more. Yes. Good idea. Took another 1/2 a pill. Finished the BIG glass of wine. Very smart of me. Ok, not feeling so good. Perhaps it's time to go to bed. I go to the kitchen to get my medication (the real kind, not the fun kind) and start divying it up. "Ugghhh...me belly don't feel so good." Before I knew it, I was head first in the kitchen sink throwing up red wine and chunks of cheerios. Well, I felt a lot better after that. I think I may have kinda poisoned myself. Perhaps I will only try 1 pill tonight instead of pretending I can roll like Chowderheads mom.