Something momentous happened to me yesterday – a real milestone in my life.

I woke up with my first ever hangover.

See, Jim was having his monthly “smoke night” with the guys at our house and arranged to get me out of the house. So “his girls” (ha, he always said he’d never work with a bunch of women!) and I went out on the town. I’ve really been in need of some girl time with people my age, so my elation of being out of the house without two yap-o-matics to keep track of caused me to loose all forms of judgement.

While I didn’t think I drank that much, oh. my. God. I have never been so sick in my life. I couldn’t even keep one tiny swallow of water in my stomach. I felt so bad last night that I just sat there and cried. I was very certain that I was on the brink of death.

Luckily, sleeping all day and all night helped tremendously and today I’m functioning. It was definitely a lesson learned (a lesson in humility too!). One that I don’t plan on repeating. Ever.