Resting Up

agh, I feel like holy hell this morning. Like I'b hungover, but I didn't have anything to drink. So, totally unfair. Shouldn't I have enjoyed at least two bottles of wine to feel this crappy? I can't figure out whether it's germs, or housecleaning or what, but something is kicking my ass. So, I'b staying hobe until I can at least breathe out of my left nostril again. I've also had about a million glasses of juice trying to kill this thing with vitamin c. (don't suggest the Emergen-C. we've already covered that issue)

This seems to always happens to me right before a big weekend. I have my friends and sister coming into town tomorrow for my (dun dun dun) Bachelorette Party. I'm looking forward to it, since I already know there won't be any pimply-butted male strippers and if there is anything inappropriately penis-shaped at all, I have a free pass to walk out. Having been a bridesmaid 8 times (a feat only surpassed by C-Love who has me beat by 2-3 weddings?) I know how these things work. My only job is to wear a cocktail dress, hold my liquor and try not to get kicked out of the bar (cough cough Meredith cough). I can do that, right? The world collectively winces and shrugs--ehh, maybe?

So, it's back off to bed. I'm resting up my liver today.