Overcompensation.

Wow. I really don't know what to say about this weekend. We went to a tailgate party thing that started out so innocent. Three beers later, I was hurling into a porta-potty. I think that my cobwebby, middle-aged body is straight up starting to reject alcohol because I puked my guts out after we got home too. Brent was drunk. I could tell because he invents jokes that aren't funny and he tells stories with no purpose. He spent the night on the bathroom floor.

We are done. We've hung up our party hats for good and have strapped on designated driver hats instead. What is the point?! We both feel like total crap today.

But, as for my babies... they had a big night. They had a sleep over at grandma's and probably loaded up on tons of sugar and who knows what else. Supposedly, they did really well so this might have paved the way for a future sleep over. But, you better believe that I was over at the folks house just past 7:00am this morning to see them despite my three-beer-hangover. I can't breathe with out my babies.

Today, we went to the beach to meet up with one of my old friends from Atlanta. I was telling Brent this afternoon how nice it was to visit with people who really know you, who you never have to feel nervous around, and never put up any kind of a guard... people who love you for who you are. I felt lucky to be able to get some of that this weekend!

I don't think I'll be awake to eat dinner tonight.