I scoff at people who speak of this "bad tequila experience." I LOVE tequila. It's May 5th, Cinco de Mayo - what better time to profess your love to tequila? Yeah.

I shook it up with some 'rita mix and poured it into a salt-rimmed martini glass and curled up with the chickens to watch Bridezillas. It was a pleasant evening, a little work, a little cleaning, some laundry... and the headache that won't go away. I assume it's a tension headache from the week from hell at work and expect it to go away as I unwind. Not. It goes from annoying leetle headache to "omg I'm going to die", pain, and nausea.

I wanted to curl up in bed with my new O magazine, but all I could do was curl up in bed and die. Sleep was not good. Six million ounces of water did not help. I jumped up out of sleep at one point, convinced that the cats were hanging from the mirror that was falling off the wall. I was hurtin' for certain.

Unable to sleep any longer, the morning began at 5:30. I curled up with my blankey and "Take this House and Sell it" on DVR. Eventually, after a bagel and cocoa kristpies, I started feeling somewhat normal.

I can't figure out if it was the tequila and the salt and my choice of dinner (a weight watchers calzone filled with sodium) that made me dehydrated or whether it was the dreaded migraine. Either way I'm feeling better and it will be a while before I have tequila again. But I won't swear away from it forever, I love it.

The weekend is slow and peaceful and quiet.

Jimbo: So what do you want to do today?
Me: I want an egg-white omelet.

So off we went to the Owl Diner for breakies and then made our way over to the boulevard for a nice little walk. What a suprise when we bumped into Erika and Jay and their entourage, including little Sammy (what a doll, what gorgeous blue eyes!). Then we headed home for a nice long afternoon nap followed by some House on DVR.

Jimbo: *blah blah blah* (I don't remember what he was saying) cupcake
Me: Cupcake!? Ohhh, I like that word, That's your new name for me.
Jimbo: Cupcake? Isn't that offensive? Doesn't that mean you're fat?
Me: Hell no, it means I'm cute!

Urban dictionary has some wacked out definitions of cupcake, (I especially like #1, but of course it's a verb) but we'll use it as a noun and stick with cute.

Next on the agenda? We've got a date. We're headed to Villa Banca. Pumpkin Raviolis here I come!