Who says 27 is too old to get ridiculous and vomit?

I thought I would invite a guest columnist, namely my husband, to spice up the blog a bit. It should be noted that he is unaware of his guest columnist status, and rather just sent the following as a personal e-mail to me. However, I thought it was funny and that you all would enjoy it.

I'll set the scene a bit, not that it really needs it. Tuesday night we went to an ATC party to warm the new home of one of Mike's coworkers. There was a keg, jello shots and flippy cup. Need I say more? Here is the aftermath, in Mike's own words entitled "A New Begining":

Morning summary: I woke up at 5 and puked. Ate some crackers drank water and bedded down again for the long cold winter in hangover village.

1040: I wake up for the day and stand only to find I have the coordination of Bambi his first few seconds out of the placenta.

1120: Sven and I cuddle up to failure to launch, only Sven doesn't cuddle or recognize that his chubby friend needs to not move or have a small lapdog bouncing on his tummy.

1135: The deepest part of winter is over in hangover village with one snowstorm occuring over the comode. Then Sven gets the best idea he's ever had in his entire life (short as it may be). He says "let's go to subway" and I said "Woowoo woowoo Arf" So we did, and he waited politely in the truck. Now I'm halfway through my spicy and he's done with his meatball sub. And we both feel great!

The end.

do these shoes make me look fat?

So this morning I arrived early to work. After my usual checking of the e-mails and facebook, etc. I went to use the restroom. As I was washing my hands, a woman came in with a plastic bag and started pulling out shoes. She tried on four different pairs. As I left, I decided to tell her which shoe I liked best and she laughed and said, "I really need a full length mirror at home, I bring clothes to work everyday." WHAT? You bring a bag of clothes to work EVERY DAY because you can't go out and buy yourself a $20 mirror to hang inside a closet? So it got me thinking about a new random question: Is there anything you go to extrodinary lenghts to do even though an easy answer could remedy the situation?

sidebar: I hope that someone reads this. I know I haven't blogged in awhile. I'm sorry.