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I am so hungover. Last night I thought I would be “the cool mom” (TM Mean Girls) and go out dancing after the boy was tucked in. We actually got eighty-sixed because we were too hammered. Worse yet, I did something I never, ever do and pulled the “I’m vaguely famous” card as we tried to drunkenly wheedle our way back into the bar. (Of course they laughed. They were probably like Yeah, bitch, for five minutes in 2008.) When I came home, I told Dan and he was like “You never do anything that gross,” and I was like, “I know.” Then I ate an entire box of Kraft dinner, prepared with half-and-half.
I’m too old for this shit.
P.S. Those coconut water “recovery shots” taste like bile, but they work.
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