Hangovers Have Met Their Match

Hangovers. Woof. I feel like every time my mom calls me at noon on a Sunday she gets the same response:

Mom: Hi Honey! How are you?
Me: Erghhhhhhhjbakbbllahhh what time is it?
Mom: (Loud sigh) …Melanie Joy. It’s 12 o’clock. It is beautiful outside. Are you seriously still asleep?
Me: No, no I’m fine. I’m awake.
Mom: Really?
Me: No. Call me back on Monday after work.
Click.

She must’ve gotten the hint because this Saturday when I stumbled out of bed at around 1:30 PM after a long night of $2 shots, beer pong and poor choices involving dancing on the bar to “Get Low” by Lil Jon, instead of a typical “U Awake?” text message or overly chipper voicemail as my wake up call, I had a package sitting on my counter. Sweet! I love care packages!

I ripped it open and found a large colorful box with “THE AMAZING BOX O BOX: The World’s Greatest Care Package!” emblazoned on the front. I tore the box open, anticipating cookies, sweaters and the typical stuff from home.

Not so much.
What was it? Detox-O-Box, the ultimate hangover cure. Hilarious, mom.

My irritation and pounding headache were overcome by my curiosity. I opened the box and I felt like I was opening the lost Ark.

The box was chock full of goodies! Here’s the rundown: Read More »