Guh. The hubs and I went out last night (twice in one month, whaaa?) and proved to ourselves (again) that we are too damn old to keep pace with other people our age. We had a great time, don't get me wrong - but I have not felt so awesome today. And by "not so awesome," I mean dying. I tried to be responsible while we were out, drinking water between adult beverages. But the bartender must have been confused, because every time I ordered water, he gave me another beer. I MIGHT have said beer a few of those times. Maybe. Probably.
Ugh, my head hurts.
Oh and this was yesterday's pic:
B's folks just got a dozen or so brand-new banty chicks,
and this little guy (or gal, we won't know til it grows)
is the only all-yellow one.
They're all about the size of Estie's foot.