This weekend we all went out to a party. I proceeded to get wasted.. (What's new, right?) Well, we all leave and decide to go to THE LOCAL WATERING HOLE. On our way there, I am drunkenly telling my CUTE B.F. where to go.
It's really foggy out and I tell him to make a turn. It was the wrong one and we wind up lost.
CUTE B.F. gets pissed, I start arguing w/ him and when we get to the bar he decides he's had enough and we're going home.
On the way home I keep arguing, trying to make my drunken point...(which for the life of me, I can't seem to remember now) I do know though, that it was totally valid and VERY important.
So important that when we got out of the car and my CUTE B.F. headed for the door, I threw not only both of my heels at him but my fancy purse too.
Luckily for him, I'm a horrible shot. One of my shoes ended up on the side of the house, the other one was behind a trash can. As for my purse, well.....It landed on the roof.
Sunday comes along, and wouldn't you know it? It's snowed 6 inches.
picture this....
ME, hungover and crawling around a snowy roof searching for my purse.
Thank goodness I had the foresight to leave my phone in it so I could find the damn thing!
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FROM F.JIM:
Oh So priceless. I'm sorry I missed this.
Yeah, and I guess we both missed CHOWDER HEAD passed out @ THE LOCAL WATERING HOLE too...
per FEMALE JIM:
I don't know what CHOWDER HEAD put in her split pea soup last night. But my stomach is talking to me. And not in a good way.
BTW. I did see CHOWDER HEAD passed out at the LWH. I will blog about it tonight.
That'd be awesome!~
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