Where I stood, sleeping in….

I am 55 years old, and I was born in 1955.   I shot awake this morning at 5:55.   I would think this was some great omen, but it turns out it was just indigestion.

What could it be, it’s true I was at a party last night, but I didn’t over do it.   It couldn’t be the beer, I only had one bottle.   It couldn’t be the   wine, I only had one glass.   It couldn’t be the spiked eggnog, I only had one cup.   It couldn’t be the Irish creme, I only had one cup.   It couldn’t be the pudding shots, they were so small, and I only had one.   It must have been that maraschino cherry in the apple-tini!

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