Sometimes, on weekends LilZoot is with his dad, MrZ and I like to drink a lot of beer and watch tv. This is what we decided to do last night. Unfortunately - I drank all of that beer on an empty stomach and woke up this morning HUNG OVER. I mean - puking, headache, body aches, MISERY. Can you believe that? I havent been hung over in YEARS. I was whining and moaning and bitchy and all sorts of fun I know you wish you could have witnessed.
HUNG OVER! ME! Like I just started drinking yesterday or something…Jeez.
Stace called me this morning to compliment me on Darcy Candace. The phone rang, I answered it (slowly) and then - the wave of “OHMIGODI’MGONNAPUKE” hit me like a brick and I said “Hang on, I’ll call you right back…”
When I called her back later, I whined, “Sorry I had to hang up so quickly - I had to puke because I’m freakin’ HUNG OVER.” And do you know what she did? SHE LAUGHED AT ME! LAUGHED! I had just told her I was vomiting and she LAUGHED. AT. ME. Jeez…where can a girl go for some sympathy around here?
Thats what Darcy Candace is for.
YEEEEEEEEEZZ……. Well I learned many moons ago that if you play??? YOU PAY!!
Heheheheheheh!!! Zoot is blowin’ chunks!! heheheheheheh!!!
Ohhh my, My poor little girl, also forgot to call me back today….mmm…does this make us even for times I forgot stuff? I Love you…
I could have been so hung over this morning. We had a little martini party last night - us blogger gals here in Boston - I think Janet told you - and it is a good thing I had to drive home bc that was what kept me in check. Chocolate mint martinis - YUM.
Congrats on the Cabbage Patch doll. I say take her out and enjoy her - screw the box!
hangovers? My total worst fear. Luckily for me, I sober up quickly. Usually while on the internet, leaving inapproperiate comments on blogs.
Okay, I’d laugh first, then comfort you - that’s what my friends always did for me way back when.
egads, you are making me feel like I’m hung over just from reading your post. I don’t like that feeling!!
Heehee…don’t come here looking for sympathy ’cause I’m LMAO.
Next time that happens, drink a milkshake. I shit you not. May be the LAST thing you want to drink at the moment, but it works.
Oh, and hi.
Lightweight.
Just watch that Mr.Z. He was probably trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you.
I accidentially did that one time too! Unfortunately it was the day before my sons 7th birthday party where I had invited 10 other screaming, yelling, happy, loud children to a party at the loudest kids indoor playground in existance. I remember laying on the cold porcelain tile floor thinking there’s no way I can do this today! (But as a good mommie, I managed to get up and make it there) Of course all the other mommies thought I looked like hell, and I told them I was having a horrible migraine. I couldn’t just tell them I was a horrible lush and hung over now could I?
Feel better. Eat something, and drink plenty of water.
Poor Miss Zoot!
Five months after I had my daughter, my husband *forced* me to go have a drink with him one night. Which turned into six drinks, and the next morning, my first ever hang over. That was almost two years ago, and I still know the feeling like it was yesterday. I haven’t touched a drink since, the smell makes me wanna hurl. I totally feel for you. Hope you feel better!
Being hung over is no joke. I got drunk for the first time since I got married last spring. The next morning? I woke up to Lil Miss crying for a bottle and I was still drunk! There I was, stumbling in the kitchen, trying to warm up a bottle, dry heaving, with the room spinning. It was awful. I so won the white trash trailer park mom award that day!!! And I haven’t had more than a drink or two since…
Hope you’re feeling better
i can no longer handle the drink like i did when i was young. these days two glasses of wine with dinner and i am swaying this way and that.
makes me a cheap date, ya?
Poor Miss Zoot!
Luckily if I get a hangover it’s only a splitting headache. I very rarely get drunk enough to feel nauseous. (I’m not a big drinker.) But one glass of OJ and some asprin and I’m good to go.
Poor Zoot. Poor, poor Zoot!