The Morning After
Sandy's pants sum it up.
Bedtime was 5 am.
I was up at 7.
Took a bath in the loudest draining tub EVER.
Back to bed at 8 am.
Up again at 10 to get Sarah off to work.
(sleeping in is an urban legend when you have kids)
All Sandy wanted to do was sleep in. She kept telling us that even before "girls night".
Sometime around 7, Sarah woke up from the bathroom floor... not knowing why she was pants-less.
So Jen and Sarah decided to call Sandy and ask her.
And then they called her again.
Drunk dialing never seems to get old.
Then Sandy's mom AND husband called about selling stuff at a yard sale.
To say Sandy was pissed is an understatement.
She came stomping out of the bedroom.
"What the f%#*! All I wanted to do was sleep in and you ass*^$@# keep waking me up!"
"And what is this?!?"
That was Sandy playing the drunken phone calls about Sarah's pants.
Sarah thought it was hilarious.
So did Jen and I.
But not Sandy.
She wanted to go back to bed.
Jen and I wanted to go eat.
And get a large Coke.
Guess who won.
Sandy had coffee with her Coke.
She was still intoxicated.
It was all worth it when the food arrived.
Fries and burgers.
Brie with apple panini.
Reuben extra sauerkraut.
I love me some hangover food.
(I think I was the only person NOT hungover. How that miracle happened; I have no idea. But trust me, I'm not complaining.)
The End