Shot Who??

My boys started school this week. Grant's school starts at 7:45...what's that?? I didn't even realize there were two 7:45's in a running day. So, I find myself wandering around Wild Oats looking for a magic potion to help me adjust my sleeping patterns. It just so happens that one of my cousins works there (lucky 4 me) and waves me over to her counter with the solution to my lethargy. She starts hacking off a handful of what appears to be grass and starts preaching on the benefits of a good old shot of wheatgrass. I'm so determined to turn around this nocturnal nature of mine, I'm game to try anything! We're standing face to face with nothing between us but the counter, a shot of freekishly green liquid, and another shot of apple juice to chase it with. Are you kidding me?? Where's the DJ? Any moment I'm expecting Jamie Kennedy or Ashton Kutcher to come leaping to my rescue.
"Kill it!", she urges.
With one swift movement I grab the little glass of "shrek urine" and throw it back! Suddenly I felt as if I'd fallen off a riding mower, got my shoe hung, and was being drug face down across the lawn.
"How do you feel?", she asks.
"Oh, I'm awake, that's for sure!", I reply.