In which I cannot hold my liquor, and am upbraided (unrelatedly)

Thismorning I awoke before 10am, which is very odd for a Saturday, but it was for a good cause; our office had been awarded one cooking class for being good little worker bees. As a cooking class, it was less useful than I'd have liked; we didn't actually do any of the prep work, just watched the chef cook. We did get to taste the food though (which was delicious), and some wine. Maybe it's because I'm not used to waking up that early in the morning, but I was unprepared to handle that much wine.

Literally. I spilled my wine glass and water glass on the floor. Then later, I also managed to kick over my boss's wine glass and spill it on the floor. Clearly, man was not meant to function before noon on a Saturday (if at all).

In other news, my local humor column has officially landed: My first piece of hate mail has been printed as a letter to the editor. (The woman objected to a column of mine because it mocked her hair salon. I also objected to that column a bit, but only because it wasn't nearly as funny as my most recent one.)

And now it's time for a potluck, where I will ignore everything I learned thismorning and make an old rice and bean standby.