Julie really wants me to make "an evil post about [my] drunken wife!"

See, she was in a lot of pain this morning, her back, shoulders and neck so tight that it caused her scalp to hurt when she combed her hair. Too much stress and not enough stretching before our rigorous exercise regimen.

So, on the way home from work today she stopped by the store to get some beer dinner. And when she comes home she tells me that she got me a present!*

I was thinking about beer earlier, actually, but the chicken would have to do. I'm on Ibuprofen right now for my teeth, and if you mix that with alcohol it really kills your liver stomach. So, Julie had to drink the beer for me, along with her wine**. To be fair, she had most of the chicken, too. I don't think we should begrudge her this. Although she does get more of the alcohol than I do at parties, she also works harder than I do, and really we're both very sober people most of the time. An evening of relaxation is sometimes the best prescription to cure tight muscles.

Now, normally, when Julie hick-ups it is kinda cute but calls for an immediate cure. When I hug her and breathe deeply the hick-ups go away. It works about 98% of the time (I've been counting). There's probably a science to it, but I'll let you figure it out.

I must say, when my drunk - I mean - tipsy wife starts to hick-up, however, it's really hard not to just look at her with surprise and start laughing my head off.

Mostly because she started it by laughing herself.

So we got our exercise tonight, after all. About half an hour of it. Laughing at her hick-ups.

I gave her a hug after that, but the hick-ups stopped before she got out of the chair. I think they're afraid of me. Finally.

* The beer, of course.

** It wasn't just one glass.