Okay....here's the story....

10:36 am....knocking on our hotel door....I mumbled to Eric's..."I think someone's at the door"....he yelled out..."NO THANK YOU!"....he looked over at the clock and shouted...."Oh shit!"...."We aren't going to make it!"...by the way...we paid $30 a piece to run a New Year's Day 5k that started at 11 am....I jumped up and moved faster than lightning ...we both did....we had to race to the starting line....about 1 mile...we made it on time barely with only about a minute to spare....as we were running...not only did I realize I was still majorly hammered, but I tasted soap....all in my mouth...I smelled soap....that is all I could focus on....SOAP....why?....why did I taste soap soooo much????...hhmmm....we both finished the race and headed back to the hotel...once we got back to the hotel....I didn't know what to think....I found this....

Did Eric dare me???...did I think it was a cookie???....did I say something that was BAD???...and decide to punish myself by taking a bite out of our hotel soap????...