Revenge Is a BIT*H: I Am One Brave Woman...

A while back, in my post on our Valentine's trip, I posted a picture of Rachid trying (and failing) to outsmart my strapless bras.

Some people might argue that it was border line emberrasing and TMI (too-much-information), but our motto has always been that everything goes as long as it's funny as heck.

Another important house-rule we observe in our household is never ever to welch. No matter what.

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To be honest, I sort of felt it coming ever since, but I happened to let my guard down and completely opened myself up for a world of humiliation last Thursday.
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We have a pretty social circle of girlfriends and happen to get together quite often in our neighborhood. We create whatever occasions we can in order to have an excuse to see each other, and one of those is called a Bunco night, where one of us would open up our home to gather together and drink, eat, and chit chat. Since we all have wonderful husbunds who are so hands-on with our children, we start it around 7PM (right before the bed time!) and stay out as late as we can handle w/o killing ourselves in the morning when we have to take our children off to school.

Anyhow, when you get 10+ women together to talk and drink at the same time in a place where you can walk home in literally 2 minutes (and that's by drunk-walk), we tend to not watch how much we are drinking or how late it actually is and push ourselves a teeny bit too much.

Last Thursday turned into one of those nights, and I barely stumbled home and made it to bed before I fell over and passed out. I must have complained about not feeling very well--my sweet Rachid took such a great care of me and even took a beautiful picture to remember it by, so that I can relive the fun I had and also so that he can demand that I share it with the world. Oh, no. Everyone's got to see this.

This officially makes me the bravest woman alive on the internet, I'm sure. But what the hey. I'm already married. To such a caring, thoughtful, and empathitic man. (The kind that sticks a dirty bucket in his sleeping wife's arm and laughs.)