August 03, 2006
That was fun. We toured wineries in the Santa Cruz mountains. We had to buy an extra suitcase at the airport just to hold all the wine we bought, which meant we got to our gate with only 45 minutes to spare, which meant I had to buy a cocktail on the plane, because JESUS CHRIST, THAT WAS CLOSE.
I gained a heightened appreciation for both fine wine and McGriddles.
Although...what's this strange sensation going on in my brain? With the clarity? And the impulse control?
Oh! Sobriety! My old friend. Nice to see you again.
Noah is fine. He clapped his hands for the first time today, thereby assuaging my fears when NikkiZ waved at me at BlogHer and I immediately freaked out because NOAH ISN'T WAVING OH MY GOD CALL A HAND GESTURE SPECIALIST WE'RE DOOOOOMED! And then everybody threw their drinks in my face, as well they should.
His reaction at the airport when I lunged at him like a crazy person was like, "Hey. What up?" God, I missed that little chunker.
My mother-in-law seems to have fed him a LOT of prunes, however.
Oh, and I've been unreasonably exhausted, nauseated and peeing every 10 minutes since we got back. I am either going to PANIC or maybe just check into rehab.
Oh shit. Literally!