Last night I drank entirely too much alcohol. I puked all over my floor, bed and pillows until I somehow managed to call Cynthia who came over and got me a bowl. This morning I looked at the bowl and it was full of bile. Just bile. I still have no recollection of everything that happened after Sara danced on the piano in a feather boa while they sang happy birthday to her. I'm taking a vacation from drinking until I can learn to be a big girl again.
Lemon-scented vanilla cupcakes stuffed and topped with fresh blueberry compote and lemon buttercream to celebrate Sara's 21st.
It's May 2nd and in one month exactly I'll have my mustached babe keeping my bed company.
Hopefully it won't be filled with puke.
Bye!