My husband and i wake up, way hung over, on a saturday morning. Horribly hungover... we look around and try to figure out exactly what happened the night before. As we are sharing our stories, we notice that there is a dark red substance all over our white sheets. It looked like dried blood to us. We are throwing back the sheets, trying to find the source of the blood. I have this red substance all under my fingernails, on my shirt, on the sheets... we decide that i killed someone. We jump out of bed and run around the house, trying to make some sense of this murder. The last room we search is the kitchen... i have this strange drunken habit of always wanting to make cinammon nuts... pecans with sugar and cinammon, baked with butter. The dark red substance was the cinammon. It took us 3 days to find my purse, I had hid it in the freezer?! I'm a disaster when I drink too much.