I texted with the brunette's BFF's mom - she agreed to take the girls for the night instead of me having them so I could go see my friends and hang out. And the husband was headed up to get in the shower and I'm all, "Husband - I am so drunk I cannot walk." And he's all, "WTF?" And I'm all, "I know right?"
So off to bed I went at 9 p.m. No friends. No laughter. No fun. Just me and me trying to give birth to my brain through my eyeball.
When I woke up this morning, I felt fine. Until I got into the kitchen and then that headache started in AGAIN. And that's when it hit me. - That blasted Pinesol. It had some crystals floating in the bottom of it:
And now, about 24 hours later - my hands look like this: