Man Oh Man
You know you’re getting old when St. Patrick’s Day night rolls around and you have no desire at all to go out and party your brains out.
What happened to all that spunk and desire I used to have on March 17th to feel like hell on the morning on March 18th?
What happened to all that spunk and desire I used to have on March 17th to feel like hell on the morning on March 18th?
posted by pissed off patricia at 1:45 AM
7 Comments:
Yeah, I can't do hangovers anymore either. Tough getting old ...
funny, i am too old for hangovers too. had one last weekend- first in years- and vowed never to do it again. no shame in not wasting a day on the couch with a headache :) plus, i am not irish.
Yup. Been there. Done that. Too old now.
St. Patty's Day and Cinco De Mayo are amateur hours. The pros pick their spots.
Hank Williams Jr said it best "the hangovers hurt more than they use too".
yeah. I'm past the point of not wanting to blink because my eyelids made too much noise.
btw--
I take it that no news is good news in re the ribbon and the fuzzy ball?
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