Not from alcohol, but from crap food.
Yesterday morning I put a roast in the crockpot. The close it got to dinner, the less appealing the roast was to me. What was appealing to me was a bunch of those ice cream Drumsticks Brian picked up at Costco last week. And I said as much to him. He was okay with it.
But he said he'd probably need more to eat, how about chips and guacamole? Yeah, that sounds good.
He left, brings home a thing with five rolled tacos covered in guac, lettice and cheese and another container with chips covered in melted cheese and guacamole.
We ate. And ate. There were a few chips left when we were done. A half hour we started on the Drumsticks.
I quit before he did. Then my tummy rebelled. I don't blame it, one bit. Antacid taken and I laid back on the sofa waiting for it to take effect. It finally did and I was able to go to bed.
But I'm feeling really pokey this morning....
Good thing we don't do this very often.
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