The Fretful Mother's Blog

Oh, it looks pretty and tastes good, but behind that exterior hides a cold manipulator. I learned this lesson for the umpteenth time a few days ago. An old friend and I were catching up over a bottle of red zinfandel that for some reason caused us to lose our minds.
I don’t know why it wanted to do that, but it did. I totally dismissed the fact that I had only eaten a granola bar for breakfast and a protein bar for lunch. This did not matter to me at all. I would down that bottle with total abandon. Everything seemed fun until it was time to stand up.
That didn’t go well. I suddenly didn’t feel so good. I barely made it to the bathroom before emptying the entire contents of the bottle in the toilet. You would think this would make me feel better, or at least make me not drunk. But that wasn’t the case. I eventually passed out and woke up the next morning feeling a bit better. It was not until later that afternoon that I realized I had a hangover. My head was killing me and I was still nauseous. What kind of grown woman does this? Apparently me. And you know what I discovered is the best cure for too much wine? More wine. You can never be too safe.

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