We're all grown up

Kris and I bought a new couch.  It's the first couch we have paid for with our own money (technically the insurance company paid for it).  I'm really liking it so far.  And Kris thought we should maybe forbid the children to sit on it.  You know, to protect it.  Little did he know, it wasn't the kids that the couch should be saved from.  Apparently it's me!  I know...shocking, right?

So, here it is.  BEFORE I inducted it into the mess that is our life.

So, I've had this cold/sinus infection for the last few days.  Night before last, I advised my dear husband that I was taking Nyquil, along with my normal meds.  I also gave myself a treat, a sweet Pineapple treat.  Kris was WELL aware of this.  I made it clear that he would need to watch me, implying that he should make sure I got to bed OK.

So, I set about to blogging about my newest business venture assuming that he would take care of me.  He asked me if I was coming to bed.  I told him I just wanted to finish the blog post.  He was playing a game on his phone.

HERE IS WHAT I REMEMBER.

I had my Pineapple goodness in my hand, in bottle form.  I remember dozing off and the bottle tipping onto the arm of the couch.  But I wasn't coherent enough to get up and put myself in bed, until the SECOND time I tipped the bottle, this time onto my arm, down my side and onto the seat of the couch.  At that point, I was able to pry my medicated eyes open and look at the clock.  11PM.  I assessed the situation, in some kind of a stupor, and managed to put my still 1/4 of the way full bottle of Pineapple water down safely.  I remember having taken only a few sips of it before I dozed off.  I remember feeling the couching and hoping it was just a dream.  I remember changing my clothes, since the entire sleeve of the jacket I was wearing was drenched.  I remember crawling into bed and having some sort of conversation with Kris, though it is muddled in my head. And then I was out.  When I woke up, I hoped it was all a dream.

In the morning, I asked Kris if he thought it had really happened and he told me he heard something spilling. Then he smelled the couch.  Sure enough... tell tell signs of pineapple essence.  It was NOT a dream.  Sadly.  The couch needs protection from me.  And I blame Kris for not coming to get me and take me to bed.  He said he heard me snoring and thought I just wanted to sleep out there.  I countered with my telling him I was coming to bed and turning my mattress pad on so I could get into a warm bed.  So you see, it's all his fault.

Anyway, I can't be trusted.  Nyquil mixed with my normal meds and what, three small drinks of my smirnoff and I am a mess.  And I make a mess.  And I can't be trusted.  I'm sure it would have been amusing.  What Kris should have done was got out of bed and video'd it, then sent it to America's Funniest Home videos.  Maybe we can get some money out of my crazy!