Thursday, June 24, 2010

A Match Made in ER

She certainly was a keeper. Vomit covered hipster plaid shirt, mouth agape with spit/drool leaking out, glasses askew, head propped up with pillows to prevent falling into the emesis basin. A definite 10/10 hottie.

Which is totally why I wrote my number down on the nasal trumpet before inserting it through her nostril to help maintain her airway. That way when she sobers up tomorrow morning and pulls it out, she can call me, and our courtship can officially begin.

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