Day 170: Greeting 2011 from the toilet bowl...

Oh boy. Too much wine. On top of too much champagne. Turning on the water, and the fan and to drown out the sound of my coughing as I try to throw up without making a peep. I know it happens, but I'm not ready to show the boy this pasty, stomach heaving, rat's hair mess of myself known as my hangover. Trust me, nothing sexy about this look. So much for my romantic plans of spending the first day of 2011 going ice skating and getting hot chocolate...I can't move from the couch. I feel terrible that he's here to spend the weekend with me and all I want to do is lay on the bathroom floor in my sweatshirt with the holes in it. Come on, tummy, get yourself together! This is no way to kick off the new year!