A Cautionary Tale (Re: Moderation).

Dear children: I mention on this blog from time to time that I have a taste for a certain alcoholic beverage made with hops and yeast. But sometimes I get carried away and enjoy a biiiit too much of that lovely drink.

And here's what happens the next morning.

So, children, consider yourself warned. Nobody wants to spend the whole day in the fetal position inches away from where she tore off her party clothes the night before (see armrest) in her haste to get into pajamas, especially if she lives with the kind of person who would (admittedly after offering to get her popsicles and bringing her water) document that situation.

Gloves are off, John. You better not do anything you don't want the whole Internet seeing.