Talk quietly children

Daddy has a hangover a headache.

I turned 55 yesterday. The bf threw me a great party where it seemed every mother I know from Ferris Bueller’s to Million Dollar Baby’s showed up. At some point the party moved to the beach where I am told I ... never mind. I don't know you people well enough. But it appears the bf thought I was quite entertaining.

Excuse me while I have a Bloody Mary some San Pellegrino water and swallow a fist full of Tylenol.

Providing I haven't destroyed too many brain cells and/or senile dementia hasn't set in I will fill you in on our trip last month to New Zealand for Narnia II scouting including an in depth report on the condition of Wellington, New Zealand emergency rooms. All in due time. Toddle along now quietly. It's time for my nap.