He was right...

This morning I learned the hard way on why I shouldn't drink wine on a weeknight.

Last night, David and I had a nice meal and decided to accompany it with some wine. We got these great wine glasses for our wedding and they are a little oversized. So, I only had one glass but if it was one of those normal sized glasses it would have been the equivalent of 2. So, combine that with advil and a low tolerance and you have an incredible combination. It only took me about a half hour to get to the point where I would laugh uncontrollably at nothing. So, at least I had fun while it lasted.

I was actually spinning when I went to bed last night. So, David joked with me that I wouldn't get out of bed before 7:30am. (I normally leave the house at 8am). And I laughed at him, telling him I would be fine. Well, I got out of bed at about 8am this morning. Yep, arrived at work a half hour late. Which is fine, they don't care but still, I feel and look like death. And on top of that I have to admit that my husband was right, ouch that hurts!

And to make matters worse, I wanted to wear something comfy today so I have on my fleece with a turtleneck. It was only after I was completely dressed that I noticed it's going to be 70 degrees today. Way to go dumbass!