In which I got wasted by accident and for no apparent reason whatsoever.

So I left work at five last night and drove homeward. I turned at the Libertyville turn-off and stopped at the Dew Drop for one drink. Just one, because it sounded good.

Okay, maybe two.

Sure, I’ll have another, thanks! What the hell, pour me another! Okay, one more – why not!

I had no intention of getting drunk, but the folks at the Dew Drop – they pour ’em so strong, and the patrons are always buying rounds, and, well, it’s just dangerous in there!

I was wasted when I got home. Hubby made tuna melts, I made a salad, we ate. My drunk ass passed out in bed before eight o’clock. I’m lucky I didn’t wake up drunk this morning, that’s how wasted I was.

But the rash is almost gone, and I didn’t even have to pee on it.