New to A Lady Reveals Nothing? You've missed SO MUCH. Not to worry. Every Sunday, I dig through the archives to repost an old favorite. Mostly because I'm too lazy to come up with new content every single day. This story originally appeared on September 21, 2011 when Summer and I were living in New Orleans and for some reason I got in the bad habit of drinking beer in bed:
I guess if I'm going to choose to drink beer in bed...
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I done had a accident.
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...I really should use the nightstand and not set the bottle on the volatile soft cushion-y surface of the mattress.
(Yes that's a can of Dr. Scholl's foot odor spray. Yes, that's a hilariously huge pair of underwear I've got on. Not sure why I'm embarrassed of those things, when it's clearly a photo to be embarrassed of for other reasons.)
Tonight, I figured out a solution at the Verdi Mart. Beer with a cap on it!! (Yes that's Miller High Life and yes it's 32 ounces. What?)
This kind of reminds me of a Facebook thread between my mom and me:
I still haven't made my bed, Mom.
A complete list of the items in my bed besides me, the Miller High Life (and the bowl with the chicken leg) in it:
Dr. Scholl's foot odor spray.
A bra.
My laptop.
2 t-shirts.
An external hard drive.
My camera.
A New Orleans guidebook.
Headphones.
My mom's travel hairdryer she lent me for this trip.
Bookbag.
3 books.
2 magazines.
A calendar.
1 pair of pants.
A watch.
Two bracelets.
A bottle of nail polish.
Phone charger.
iPod charger.
My purse.
3 comments:
New show idea: Bed Hoarders.
Ha! Once I found three empty bottles of wine under my bed and two wine glasses IN the bed.
I wonder if that is a divorced woman thing? Because I totally will sleep with stuff in my bed. For example, the other day I woke up and the other side of my bed was scattered with pills, tampons, and other random contents from my purse.
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