After chiseling my lenses off of my eyeballs, a process which is not easy to do with contacts that are supposed to be removed before going to bed, I looked down at my blurry hand. "That's not going to be easy to get off", I thought.
I'm thinking my memoir from yesterday's post should have read a bit differently. Perhaps this one can serve as my backup - Shouldn't have had that last beer.
And yes, that fake tattoo is still stuck to my hand, even after trying to scrub it off in the shower. Except now it looks worse.
*Hooley - The American version of a *ceilidh, a Gaelic party with music and revelry.