Ye gods...
Something I had to learn the hard way today:
Extra-chunky pasta with about fifty-five metric fucktons of garlic + nice big tumbler of sangria (the non-alcoholic kind, but I threw a shot of rum in there) = heartburn straight from the pits of hell.
Merry Christmas to me. Excuse me while I attempt to figure out how to bend over the toilet to vomit while only standing on one leg and keeping the other one ramrod straight.
Maybe I should attach a barf bag to the walker.
/sigh
Extra-chunky pasta with about fifty-five metric fucktons of garlic + nice big tumbler of sangria (the non-alcoholic kind, but I threw a shot of rum in there) = heartburn straight from the pits of hell.
Merry Christmas to me. Excuse me while I attempt to figure out how to bend over the toilet to vomit while only standing on one leg and keeping the other one ramrod straight.
Maybe I should attach a barf bag to the walker.
/sigh