Mama Turista had shoulder surgery yesterday, so I'm off to San Antonio to play nurse this weekend. Speaking of, I could have used some medical attention myself yesterday as I felt like C.R.A.P. from the moment I woke up. Could have had something to do with the three margaritas
Bookhart,
Malcontent Mama,
Karla May, and various other shady characters MADE me drink at dinner the night before. And the two beers T-Bone MADE me drink when I got home while I yelled at the TV during
Lost. Whatever. Have a good one, y'all.
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Don't you just hate that, when you trip and land face-down in a vat of margaritas? :-)
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