Last night we were watching a DVD, which Dan paused so he could run downstairs to the bathroom (for the 400th time.) He asked me if I wanted anything from the kitchen while he was down there.

"Yeah. I'd like a glass of water. I'd ask for some of your Kool-Aid, but that stuff tastes weird."

"What Kool-Aid?"

"The pink stuff in the pitcher."

"....that's not Kool-Aid."

Turns out it was melted margarita mix. See, I'd drunkenly made a pitcher of strawberry margaritas, which melted. Then I put it in the freezer to re-freeze. Then I took it out of the freezer to un-freeze. Each time I forgot it existed until I moved it to another location.

Last night I came home and looked in the fridge, and saw this jug of pink stuff, and thought: "Sweet! Dan made Kool-Aid!."

I proceeded to pour a big glass full of it, expecting the cool refreshing taste of Fruit Punch or Strawberry Blast or Sugar Flavored Water to rush through me. Instead, it tasted bitter and spoiled, like medicine, and I spit a mouthful out in the sink. Even then, I didn't think "Oh my god, this is melted margarita mix."

I thought: "Hmm. This must be some sort of prescription Kool-Aid."

Is there even an end to how dumb I am?