Ooooh I likes the vodka. I had too much of it last night. Or at least I think I did. I'm very susceptible to suggestion. Case in point: my brother and I took communion once at our Catholic grandmother's church. They give you the real deal, no mamsy-pansy stuff for them. And I'm serious when I tell you that both of use had severe headaches and felt a little woozy. My grandmother, tough love person that she is, told us to knock it off-there was no way that little bit of wine could get us buzzed. And I think she's correct, but I certainly felt drunk that day. Anyway, we had You-Won't-Be-Single-For-Long Vodka Cream Pasta (Rachel Ray-well, what can I say? She's AWESOME.). Firstly, I was excited that I actually pulled the sauce off and didn't burn it. Secondly, it got rave reviews. Thirdly, I started worrying that I hadn't cooked it long enough, that there was alcohol still in the sauce ... and hence I had too much vodka. Brain kicks in, I start feeling wobbly...