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Forms of Punishment

Yesterday when my alarm went off at 5:00 a.m. I woke to the worst headache. I swallowed a handful of Advil and went back to sleep for a couple more hours of sleep. Skipping class wouldn’t kill me, but the headache might.

When I woke up two hours later I felt much better, but guilty for skipping class. I punished myself by shaving my legs in the shower. And none of this shaving to the knees bullshit either– I shaved from ankle to ass. I can’t remember the last time I did that. Which a) explains my lack of a love life, and b) left me wondering when did personal hygiene become a form punishment?

Comments

  • I’m just happy you woke up from taking a handful of Advil. Try not to overdose, at least until we break up.

  • The ONLY reason I bother shaving is because I’m in a relationship. Otherwise, what’s the point?

    So…good job.

  • Just woke up from a nap. I should have taken some advil too. I feel like crap. I think you might be bloggy contagious or something.

    I just tried to raid my secret stash of cookie dough in the frig to make me feel better but it’s gone. shit. someone ate it all. people better watch their step in this house for the rest of the day.

  • Would you say your diet coke shirt made you feel better, or WAY better?

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