konked out

And as a follow up to the previous deep and depressing post, I present to you a sliver of my version of 29 courtesy of Monica during the last Meatfest:



Somehow having my face obstructed by a chair just adds to the whole image. The shirt is incredibly appropriate given that I had consumed an entire rack of pork ribs prior to guzzling the sangria, margaritas and home brewed beer. For the record, I don't ever get drunk. Kinda sucks actually. My husband kissed another guy once when he was piss drunk. I have yet to have something that interesting happen to me because I just go straight to the tired phase which darlin' hubby is very understanding of (as indicated by the pic.)