Lay On Your Side, Gurl, You'll Get Through This

One time I mercilessly teased My Gay Husband for quoting an IM session in an academic paper.  This, however, is not an academic paper and I write whatever the hell I want.  Dora celebrated my birthday by getting trashed and has been texting me hungover complaints all day.  Here is what I've just been IM'ing (instant messaging, for my mom) with her:

Me: Hey gurl

Me: I'm glad you got on here

Me: it's so much easier than text b/c my laptop is balanced on my gut while my cell is plugged into the charger, forcing me to roll onto my side to text you

Dora: Aw shoot

Dora: you wanna hear what I ate today?

Dora: just for dinner I had a can of spaghetti-os, two packs of mac and cheese, and then i went to kroger and got the stuff to make rotel 

Dora: now i'm moaning ... too much cheeesee!!

Me: oh man, this is serious b/c you didn't just consume a high volume of food, you ate a whole bunch of junk

Me: i know the feeling all too well

Me: lay on your side, gurl, you'll get through this