Would have to be the time I lived in the Keys. We were so happy and we had the best jobs....but we just worked all the time. Time came when hubbies old boss from Pa. called and offered a ludicrous amount of money for him to come back. We were so torn. But money is a woderful thing. We went on a rampage. We did all the tourist things. We got on a sunset, champagne cruise on the Western Union in Key West. I was drinking buckets of the stuff. I love champagne but didn't even get a buzz........or so I thought! Saw the sunset, hoisted the sails and glided to shore. Stepped on land and I was BLIND drunk! I mean more drunk than drunk! I was told....LOL!........that i stubbed my toe and as I bled I proceeded to puke all over my raw cut. I sat in the middle of the street and told hubby to leave me ther. I finally got to the car and the wind was blowing so hard I kicked the camaro's door open so far it wouldn't close again all the way. When I woke in the morning I wasn't aware of any of this....and guess who told me as the day went on?

Mrs. Lix

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VENI, VEDI, VELCRO (I came, I saw, I stuck around)!