The restaurant had these 'Blue Margaritas' and I had a quite few of them.
On the way home, either the Queen or myself picked a fight. Great. Screaming match in the car. Gotta love them.
Trouble is, I had too much to drink and my memories of last night are somewhat dim. I didn't lose everything...but enough to wonder why every one is still mad...
Picture this though - I am Angry, I am Drunk, I am Hurt, and I am Weak! So bought a pack on the way home.
I feel so bad today that I don't have the heart to throw them away.
I'll start stopping again tomorrow!
Oh yeah - one more thing. - Don't ever let me drink tequila again. EVER!
one more more thing - I think the Queen kicked the step-son out last night...but I ain't asking her...