On the way home from celebrating Cheryl’s birthday. My lovely, very inebriated wife had some thoughts.
Cheryl: *starts laughing hysterically*
Me: What’s so funny?
Cheryl: I’m so drunk.
Me: Yes, you are thoroughly drunk.
Cheryl: I’m a thoroughbred drunk. My head feels like a TV. Has your head ever felt like a TV?
Me: No, I can’t say it ever has.
Cheryl: It’s so weird. My face feels all fuzzy and my head feels like a rectangle. So it’s like a TV.
Me: Ok, sweetheart.
