The Hangover. The most awful headache, dry mouth, can't get off the couch feeling next to the flu. Sometimes worse. Well, I took three for the team. For three nights, thanks to some previously unforeseen turn of events, I drank until I knew I would would be worthless the next day, and let me tell you, it was not easier as the days went on. By the final night, my body and liver were ready for permanent retirement. But you can't find a good hangover cure without the hangover part and this was my mission. Here is the run down. Friday Night: Home, back porch date night with the husband. Portable heater, warm blankets, wine and a case of budlight. (Don't shame me, it's all him on the beer choice.) Start time 7pm. End time 12:30am. 3/4 Bottle of Wine 4 Beers Saturday Morning: Talking, by anyone, was prohibited. I didn't even have to request it, if someone even tried my facial expressions said it all. I know what you're thinking, why
Taking care of the busy woman, so she can take care of everything else.