Okay. Tomato juice. Eight ounces ought to do. Three big shakes of Tabasco sauce. And hair of the dog. “C’mere Fido. That’s a good boy. Hey! No need to growl. It was just one hair. Sheesh.” Stir. Then, down it all without putting down the glass. Here goes.

Whoa. I feel strange. Sure, the hangover is gone, but something else has happened to me. I feel like I can lift the couch with one hand. Whoa! I can! I gotta show Tommy.

“Hey, Tommy! Check this out. I can lift the couch with one hand.”

Tommy throws a pillow at me. “Go back to bed you dweeb!” I close the door to his bedroom.

I guess I should not have woken him up. He must still be hungover after that party last night. Ah well, I suppose… What was that? It felt like somebody kicked me in the side. Hard.

“Hey stupidhead! Get up off the floor. Why are you lying there anyway? And why are you holding onto the couch leg? Stupidhead.”

My eyes take a bit of time to focus. But I am lying on the floor. My hand is grasping the couch leg like Tommy said. I let go and grab my aching head. I guess the potion was just a dream.

“Hey stupidhead! You ever wonder what would happen if you took an actual hair from the dog to make the hangover cure? I think I might try it. C’mere Fido.”