Du vin? Moi?

Pas ce soir, merci. J'ai mal au tete.

So I got home tonight after work with a mild headache, and lay down on the couch for a small nap. It took a while to start drifting off, but just when I finally started to twitch, the phone rang. That must me Esme, I thought. Went to pick it up and it was a flippin' marketing call. An automated one at that. Needless to say, stern words were spoken. I thought we were on the Do Not Call list.