Just a tip – if you do not normally drink for 6-12 hours straight on a regular basis, the fact that today is Cinco de Mayo is not going to suddenly enable you to accomplish said feat.  Trust me, it will not end well, and the odds are good that you will wake up with a 3 day hangover on a stranger’s couch, missing a shoe and wondering when and why you thought it was a good idea to dye your hair purple.

¡Buena suerte!

My medicine cabinet? Um, not so much ready for prime time. Yesterday’s not feeling so great that I had written off to “too much fun” Thursday evening kept getting worse throughout the day to where I finally admitted to myself last night that I have a wicked ugly chest cold. The works – coughing, sneezing, too hot, too cold, everything hurts.

It’s not that I have a cabinetful of expired meds, it’s that I have NO meds besides Advil, (my normal cureall) and it just ain’t cutting it. No cough syrup, DayQuil, NyQuil, Valium, Vicodin, or any other fun pharmaceutical that might make me feel slightly less like death. And when you feel like death, the last thing you really want to do is head out into the big wide world and hunt down meds.

So, don’t be an idiot like me and go check your med supply now.