3 reasons

Here are the three reasons we won't be having another party for at least 100 years.

1. Picking vomit covered peanuts off your wall at 2 a.m. is not awesome. My husband is a light weight, he drinks 2 beers and he is all like "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!". Lord knows how much he drank but I am assuming a crap ton, judging by the amount of liquid he expelled. Let me set the scene for you, we all needed to go to bed he had already thrown up so I thought the worst was over. Then I noticed he was breathing really heavily in his sleep and then all of a sudden he shoots up and begins to projectile vomit.... on the wall, on the bed, on his clothes, on the carpet. He get up and trips over the stairs and runs... TO THE FREAKING WINDOW!!!! Yes, dear readers, he tried to throw up out of the window, which has a screen and was shut mind you. So lets add all over the curtains to the list. I started yelling, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET TO THE BATHROOM! GET TO THE BATHROOM!!!! I had to throw my hand threw the waterfall of vomit to get to the door knob my husband couldn't work. Needless to say I had to wipe down my bedroom, strip the bed, take down the curtains and do a load of laundry.... at 2 am. I made him sleep in the bathroom.

2. Finding disgusting leftovers from our guests. Yes. I found someones spit cup (full), and a wad of chew on my kitchen counter. The chew was just hanging out, under a napkin, it wasn't wrapped in the napkin, it was on my counter surface. I GAGGED!!!!

3. I shaved my legs and didn't get laid.

There you go.