Hello From The Pit of Hell

P and The Boy are off visiting the Grandparents for a week. Last night I hooked up with some old friends for dinner. We get together every few months regardless of whether the family is in town or not, but it's easier if they're not.

Beer. Sake. Beer. Sake. Sake. Beer. Beer. Beer. Sake. We should eat something - Edamame. Beer. Sake. Sake. Sake. Beer. Beer. Beer. Sake.

This morning I feel like I'm about to die. It even hurts to comb my hair. A more coherent post tomorrow. And I promise I'll never do that again!