Waking Up

For those who are interested, the Kabaret on Friday went really well. (Yes, I know it's Wednesday, I'm late.) Don't know what the door take was yet, but our Gingerbread House Auction raised $120 for the Kidney Foundation, and we had over 10 plastic bags for the Food Bank. Afterwards, about 15 of us went out to Boston Pizza to have dinner (or in my case, lunchanddinner), and Peach and I got home moderately late.

Peach had to get up early the next morning, and when I woke up I had a headache and felt bloated (oh, Cactus Cut Nachos, who needs enemies when I have you for a friend?) so I decided to roll over and sleep in. When I rolled over, my arm was caught in the blanket and I couldn't move, so I decided to roll with a little more force and yank my arm. I did so, but with more force than was required, so as I turned, my arm sailed out of bed, and over my head, knocking itself on the headboard.

Which would have been bad enough, except that there was a beer bottle on my headboard, and it fell and hit me on the head. (For those of you who don't know my home layout, I have two rooms in my place, and so my bedroom is also my den, my bed is my couch, and my headboard is like a coffee table behind me.)

Which would have been bad enough, except that the bottle was three-quarters full of Aprikat beer.

So what Peach heard when she was getting ready in the bathroom was: WHACK! Thud. (whiny voice) "...oh, I have BEER all over me..."

Not the best way to wake up. On the plus side, my pillow was torn to pieces in the washing machine, so I have an excuse to get soft, fluffy new pillows.