That last post was about the most productive thing I did all day.
At some point in the afternoon I started coming down with a wicked headache that gradually turned into a full blown migraine...and I had the command performance with the uncle tonight that I had made too many jokes about getting out of to get out of now.
I actually ended up kind of looking forward to it anyway, because I was having a kick ass hair day and had a need to get out of the house, headache and all.
And then we got there.
As nice as they are, they had brought the boys gifts.
Shrieking slingshot monkeys.
Not even kidding.
Within five minutes of our arrival, there were dogs jumping and barking, monkeys flying through the air screaming, kids squealing and too many adults talking. I was freaking the fuck out and positive that I was going to vomit and every shriek and bark further convinced me of that.
At one point, I remember briefly considering standing up and screaming, "I AM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT, PEOPLE!" but decided against it.
It was waaaaay too much noise for someone with a migraine. Luckily I managed not to make a spectacle and not to vomit and not to say anything rude about the screaming monkeys.
The kids were charming, even little kid who was so tired his finger was pretty much permanently attached to his belly button and who discovered that being a human milk fountain got a big reaction, and it was nice (as it always is) to see my grandpa and aunt and uncle.
I just wish the screaming monkeys and the migraine hadn't been involved.
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