Not from booze. From turkey.
And apple dumplings.
I have a food hangover. I'm trying to recover from a food coma.
Bare with me.
Holiday Market was a blast. We drank wine, we tried (unsuccessfully) to win both a ring and a Rolex, and we played with our friends. My mama and I had a great time walking around to all the different booths, and we both dressed up pretty cute.
Saturday was recovery. Holy moly. The ol' gray mare, she ain't what she used to be. Couple of glasses of wine leads to a B-A-N-A-N-A-S headache. Blond John came down and we ate too much seafood (surprise) and watched an Oklahoma game that made my blood pressure a little too high. Guys, I just can't. Stop the madness.
Yesterday, we headed up the Hill for Let's Kick It's Friendsgiving. I really do think I have the best kickball team ever. Not only do we play le kickball and get injured together, we take trips together, we have Thanksgivings and Christmases together, and we're looking at making a bowling team. We played Catch Phrase last night, and I don't know that I've laughed that hard in a long time. I'm incredibly blessed with some outstanding friends.
See also: I made some pretty baller food. Our hosts deep-friend a turkey, and I brought the stuffing and an appetizer.
This is my cute little cheeseball covered in nacho cheese Doritos pretending to be a punkin.
Yeah. I made a holiday treat that utilized Doritos. Class, little ladies. That's what it looks like.
Now please excuse me while I try to work off the type-2 diabetes that I gave myself last night.