I’ve had Taylor Swift’s “Mean” stuck in my head for three days, and I had a couple cocktails last night for a slight hangover, and I was so hungry I thought I was going to puke, and then my niece stepped in dog poop and was in the back of the van, and when I tried to get out of the van, the godforsaken automatic door closed on me, and I couldn’t get out, and if I go to Hell, I’m certain that it’s going to be a lot like the first half of my day.
But then I ate my weight in fried chicken, and now I’m drinking champagne in pajamas, so if I go to Heaven, I’m certain it’s going to be a lot like the second half of my day.
-Beverly
2 Comments
Betty
July 12, 2015 at 8:23 pmI think rehab is just what you’ll need when you get back home! Maybe we can get a 2 for 1 special.
beverlygoldenstein@gmail.com
July 14, 2015 at 9:44 amBetty, that will be very necessary. For both of us, I assume.