I slept on my bathroom floor last night with a little bit of vomit in my hair.
Three drinks. Technically, three and a quarter. Or maybe it was four and a quarter? I think it was that quarter that did it.
Three drinks. And not all at once mind you, three drinks stretched out over three hours.
I will absolutely, positively, never, ever, NEVER, drink again.
Well maybe not never. But definitely no more than two in a 24 hour period. Hell, a 48 hour period.
Oddly enough, I'm not even hungover. Super!
Luckily, I had plenty of booby milk in the freezer. The poor girl would have been wasted or dropped if Daddy hadn't been there to be the designated-baby-taker-carer-of-er.