I woke up this morning surrounded by the following: two snoring people, one snoring dog, a harness, a leash and an empty bag of pita chips. And a sore jaw.
18 years ago I would have woken up, found my pants, and done my walk of shame home. This morning, I stumbled into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
The old me would have cursed the vodka or whiskey or wine coolers that got me into that precarious situation. New Jenny cursed the Greek olive hummus and the child with the flailing, tentacle-like arms and legs.
The times really are a'changin.