I’m stuffed. I’m tired. I’m ready for…shopping?
Thanks to a certain birth control that reprogrammed my brain, hormones, and ORGANS, I can’t drink ANY caffeine.
Dear reader, how am I going to do this? I’m 37, you know? This ain’t the old clubbin, crazy, Liz with two cigarettes hangin’ out my face. This is old mommy, don’t even say a cuss word unless it REALLY hurts, no alcohol drinkin’, too tired for everything Liz.
We’ll see what happens. Pray. Pray hard.