Today I turned 41 years old. I’m grateful that my mother didn’t do her annual call at 9:21 a.m., the time at which I was born, because I was extremely hungover from a party I went to last night. Extremely. Hungover. As in, I had to crash at the host’s apartment because I was in NO CONDITION to drive home. When I did finally arrive home, I quickly went to bed and never wanted to wake up. It was a great party though.
Alas, I did eventually wake up – about 11 a.m. (God bless children that can entertain themselves with games and tv watching while their parent sleeps in). And boy howdy did I still feel miserable. As I mentioned on Facebook, I never intend to party like a rock star again – my body doesn’t like it too much.
Denis arrived home from church and we did a quick gift swawp. He got a few CDs from the kids (the remaining part of his present is still in the mail and should arrive tomorrow or Tuesday). I got some awesome shirts for work and Seasons 1 and 2 of “True Blood,” which I’ve never seen, but am excited about. I recently started the Sookie Stackhouse books and lamented that we didn’t have HBO so I couldn’t watch the series. But now I can!
I had originally intended to take the kids to Carowinds today, but there was NO WAY I was going out in 90+ degree heat with the splitting headache I had. So instead the kids and I have enjoyed Movie Day while Denis went out to watch the Mets game as part of his Father’s Day celebration. We watched “Star Wars: The Phantom Menace” and then “Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone.”
I debated taking the kids to the pool, but am not in the mood. Denis has talked the kids into going to the pool, so we’ll all be hading out in a bit. If I could go back to bed, I would. I’ve had only a piece of toast to eat today. This morning Denis mentioned making shrimp for dinner and my stomach literally rolled over in protest.