Sigh. Someone really has to remind me how I got the brilliant (drip) idea of a girls night out.. (hands rubbing temples).
Yes, I know it was way overdue, since most of us had not been out (in come cases literally) in 2 or more years, and yes a good time was definitely had by all, but here I sit two days out from our night out, and I still feel like I was hit by a truck. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I got home at 3am, and the little darlin' did his normal 5:30am wake up call.. but I knew that was going to happen, and was prepared or so I though (we were up all of my "recovery" night too, which kinda blew my plans out the window)..
Maybe it had to do with the alcohol.. but nahh.. that couldn't have been it. Alcohol used to be my friend. It loved me. We had fun together. Maybe it was just really, really, really upset that I had been away for so long, so when I finally tried to pay attention to it, it lashed out at me like our cat.. it craved my initial attempts at affection, but after 2 or 3 it got oversensitized and lashed out.. yah, yah, that must have been it.
Of course, you know the solution then is that I must pay it way more attention to it. (smile)
Posted by: Running2Ks | July 12, 2005 at 12:46 PM
Posted by: Andrea | July 13, 2005 at 03:36 PM