The hangover aura lifts

I must have drank at least an entire bottle of wine last night. Thanks be to the Gods that I am a graceful drunk and know when to draw the line. My barometer is that if I can walk to the bathroom without swaying or walking forehead-first into a doorframe, I'm doing dyn-o-mite. According to my boss, I turn "nice" when I'm boozed up and I should have a shot of something before work each other. *whatever*

Anyhow, before I put some food in my stomach other than Snickers bar bites, I need to show off my new baby: the food processor (didn't realize I was taking a picture of the spanish side). I bought it on a whim when I was in Target shopping for party goods. I always knew I wanted, no - needed one, so here it is.

Now I have to figure out what the hell to do with it.