Lilu over at Live It, Love It has a thing called TMI Thursday's. If you have never read her blog before I totally recommend it. Her boyfriend and her are hysterical! I thought I would join in.
***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, "how many readers can I estrange THIS week??" TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else's!
Here it goes-
I don't drink very often, but a couple of summers ago my neighbors was having a little party and I decided that I was going to drink, and drink, and drink some more.
About 2 in the morning we are outside and at that point I decided I was tired so I got on my hands and knees and put my hands up on the porch, this is now what everyone calls me praying to the porch. But in all honesty folks I have fallen asleep many times like this in front of my couch, especially if my back is hurting.
After everyone told my husband to put me to bed, he slowly tried to get me to go home across the street(no easy feat) He gets me into bed and goes back to the party that is now winding down. After a few minutes I must have woke up and threw up all over my bed. The kids went running across the street and informed my husband that I had puked all over the bed and was sleeping in it. He comes home and gets me cleaned up and cleans the sheets and lays me back in bed. He goes back across the street and is making plans to go fishing later in the morning. I apparently was not done. I woke up again and totally threw up all over the bed again. Now the kids are scared and this time call their dad back over to inform him that i had done it again. He comes back over and somehow gets me in the shower clothes and all (yet again, not an easy feat) and cleans up my mess yet again!!! Thank God he loves me right?
When I woke up later in the day, I was soaked, my bedroom smelled horrible and all my neighbors had a good laugh about me praying to the porch.
Not one of my better moments in life. But that is one of my TMI moments.
10 comments:
Oh, we've all been there... the trick is definitely to have someone willing to clean you up ;-)
Happy TMI Thursday!
I can honestly say I've NEVER missed a bucket or toilet in my life....even in those heavy college party days. My husband, on the other hand cannot say the same.
Sounds perfectly normal and human to me! hahahahaa. Yes, I think we've all been there and done that! [blush] ;)
Yeppers me too. I think I like the idea of TMI Thursday. Even though it's now Friday here.
maybe he should have propped you up like that to pray to the porcelain god. :)
awww, he loves you quite a lot, if he's willing to come back every time and not like yell at your or something.
You praying to your porch reminded me of what I can share next TMIT :-) Thanks (it's sometimes hard to think up stuff to share!)
lilu-I know i have a keeper
Karmyn-Up until that moment i said the same thing..a 1/2 a gallon of vodka will do this to ya.
Mal-sad but true
foxy-please do!
Stacie-ya think? lol
Jen-true love is grand :)
Oh Caroline, You have a great hubby!
I must admit that has never happened to me, as I don't and never have drank, but I have witnessed many friends do what you had done.
On The Wizard of Oz: I totally went in my sister's pottychair because I was afraid if I sat on the big toilet, I'd fall in and when someone flushed...there goes Jenny...and her little butt, too...off to Oz, where the wicked witch would eat my me.... I was inventive, I guess. (I was four and five, at the time...)
Lucky you, I had both myself and the first hubby to clean up after several years ago. Those days are long gone and not missed at all!
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