Buzz kill.

Had a nice late dinner with bloody marys, grilled chicken and my sweet hubs. But nothing kills a buzz like two sick kids. Natch. Make that two sick kids, one of whom just barfed chicken and chocolate milk on my berber. Forget coffee, nothing straightens you out like sick children! I'm instantly sober, and I'm gonna be up all freakin' night. All you single and/or parentless friends of mine, read: you are SO DAG LUCKY and you have NO IDEA. Don't envy me. PITY me. I'm just takin' one for the human race. And, oh yeah, YOU'RE WELCOME!