Aftermath.

This is my "struggling to remain coherent" face.

This photo was taken at some point on Saturday night, long past the point at which someone should have taken me home and put me to bed.  (And to my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Erin: sorry I left your shower on Sunday immediately after the gift opening… but if you think back to how rough I looked yesterday, and realize that I looked stupendous compared to how I felt, then you’ll understand.)  I ran this morning for the first time since the debauchery, and let’s just say things were NOT GOOD.  I absolutely must behave more maturely from now on.

So one of my gifts on Friday was a picture drawn by my friend’s daughter, which prominently features my boobs sagging down to my knees.  This from a 5-year-old (and I thought I did a good job keeping the girls up and perky).  I also, and rather hilariously, got an immersion blender which I will use basically every day for the rest of my life.  But my fave gift is definitely this, given to me by my friends Jenny and DJ.  Dave says I’m going to start wearing it on a chain around my neck a la Flava Flav:

And did I play this up for all I was worth? ... You know I did.