...of a husband who needs glasses to read!
Yesterday I had a shit day, everything went wrong, so, at night I asked hubby to make me a coktail, to relax.

And he did! At the end of it I was sooo drunk, I asked for another one. And lovely husband did it.

Without any plausive explanation, I almost died of a comma alcoholic!

Now you may ask, how is that possible? two coktails, you are weak!
And that's exactly what I thought! I literally fainted in the sofa, was very sick, refused to go bed. Everybody gave up on me, so I wake up this morning,still with my clothes on, in the sofa, and still very,very drunk.

I had a horrible day, dizzy and miserable. But I couldn't stop thinking, something must be wrong, because altough I'm not a big drinker, I like my coktails,beer,wine....
And never,but never I felt this way before.
When hubbie came from work, first think I asked was, what a hell did you give my last? were you trying to kill me?
And he goes , but I only put a bit of whisky, a bit of vodka and all the juices we have in the fridge!
I ask:Juices??? what juices???
You know, coconut , mango and kiwi ...

me: We don't have that in the fridge!!! Show me the bottles!!

Remember he needs glasses to read? So apart from whisky my glass was filled in with cahaca, chocolate vodka shots (he thought was coconut), Taboo (he tought was kiwi), and flavoured rum ( he thought was mango juice).

Now you tell me, I could have died!!!!!!
Obviously he feels devasted, but I'm still here, so...

The hangover is still here as well...