The Judy Garland Trailmix

Last night I forgot I took some super duper allergy medication, so I didn't think twice about taking a narcotic pain reliever for my jacked up knee. I just knew that I was in pain and needed rest and relief.

The last thing I remember is propping up on the couch with an icepack on my knee and playing on my iPhone. Then like 12 seconds later the Hubs is shaking me awake saying I'm late for work. Only it's like eight hours later and I feel like I've been partying at Burning Man 48 hours straight.

"Work! Hurry up!" he says. But I swear for the life of me I couldn't remember what or where or how I work. I have a job? In an office? Where the hell are we?

And so Hubs is all GO TAKE A SHOWER. But the words are not registering. Is that English? Do I speak English? Did I kill a hobo last night? Are you the hobo's ghost?

Somehow I start moving and manage a bath and clothing, of which one piece may have been dirty. Then perhaps deoderant? Maybe? Maybe not? And then the Hubs throws me in the car and drives me to work. Turns out I do have a job in a office.

And it's not until three hours later and after I told my coworker/BFF the same amusing story like six times in a row - because I have lost my short term memory - that I realize I HAVE NOT BRUSHED MY HAIR. It's in the same ponytail/knot/ball that I slept on. Only I have added a hair band to keep the frizzy fly-aways out of my face. And for a second I can't tell of I look adorably bohemian or like a bag lady.

Later someone asked me how I got my hair to "stay like that." And I was all JUST O.D., APARENTLY... (silence)... KIDDING!

Cue nervous laughter. They were totally thinking, "Sooooo that's what's wrong with her. There are programs for that."

So, kids, becareful with your perscriptions. Or you will be judged. Just say no. Drugs are bad.

Also. Stay in school and use a condom.

This PSA was brought you by MY COMPLETE LACK OF COMMON SENSE.

-- Post From My iPhone