Oh my.

Ok, we're all of 10 hours, 34 minutes into my birthday.

It's ok. There wasn't a panic attack(at least, not one that I remember). There really isn't a hangover(despite all my attempts to give me one). Let's just say that sometimes, I can be really, really smart(i.e. buying Gatorade and sipping it descretely all night long). No one was the wiser as to my secret hangover cure. Not to mention I've got some serious electrolytes this morning.

No, I'm not sure what that means either.

Thanks to everyone who attended the fiesta, and to those who didn't, well, my robot army is closing on your position. Resistance is futile.

hugs, love, and kisses!