Arggh! Turn down the Sun! It’s too bright!
My tongue is asleep….and my teeth itch.
I’m suffering a self-inflicted wound. Whose smart idea was it to drink tequila last night??
Mine?? Doesn’t seem so smart today! Did I think I was 20 again? We can’t party like we did as teens.
My head feels like it’s full of cotton candy. It’s the only thing preventing the pounding ache from splitting it apart.
I can’t think. I could barely dress myself this morning.
Bars should have reverse carding. You’re 62, sir? I’m sorry; you can only order cranberry or prune juice.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
I offer another view of Heaven, from the Canadian side.