It doesn't happen often, but it has today: a hangover.

We had a 'business dinner' last night hosted by a big-time name in the medicine world, and the waiters kept the glasses full. I truly have no idea how many glasses of wine I had, but I'm sure my guess is waaaaay off from the actual.

I drank water, too. A lot of that, in fact. At altitude, you really have to pour the water down anyway. We ate some incredible food, too. I think the risotto had crack in it; it was so good I would have bargained my soul. Honestly.

And yet, I wake up today with a kickin' headache.

And a toddler who is hell bent on making lots of crazy decisions and noises. I rarely have hangovers anymore. With a baby to wake up to the next morning at oh-dark-thirty, it's not fun to have, well, THIS. And it's been worse, by far.

This is just an irritation, actually. Right? Right .....

And here's something that has nothing to do with anything, but cracked me up: