It started well, I was done my morning coffee and while S. and David sat in the family room, I started twisting into a cleaning tizzy.
I finished (and folded) four loads of laundry. I organized the pantry. I cleaned the kitchen. I was sweaty and a little beat when I slumped into my recliner in the family room. Then I remembered I had to wash one last item in the laundry room in the basement.
I looked at the clock- it was only 11:20am. And, then I saw the wine refrigerator.
Ohhhhhh, a glass of wine would be great, I thought. I pulled open the door and found one of my favorite white wines and decided, what the heck, it’s nearly lunchtime and I haven’t had wine in a couple of weeks.
So I uncorked the bottle. Boy, was it refreshing to sip wine knowing my cleaning was done.
Problem was, S. didn’t want to finish the bottle, so in my best wisdom, I decided to drink the rest.
Hmmmm, I thought. “I haven’t eaten anything yet today. Boy, this wine tastes good.”
You know where this is going, right?
Flashforward to about 1pm, after said bottle of wine is LONG GONE. I am woozy, I feel icky.
David and S. decide we are going to The Outback for dinner. At 4pm we are getting ready to leave and my stomach is twisting. By the time we get there, I am ravenous however, and share the onion appetizer and down a 9oz. filet mignon along with a salad and potato.
The rest of the night I feel the ickies, until…..
well….. you know.
The moral of the story:
~Don’t drink a bottle of wine on an empty stomach ESPECIALLY when you don’t drink wine on a regular basis.
~Don’t ever order the onion appetizer when you even *think* you might be sick.
~Thank husband profusely for not drinking so as not to violate the one-parent drinking rule.
~Thank God for Sunday.