Well, ok, not completely, but a week of jetting crosscountry, swigging champagne and royally wrecking my diet (worth every f****** calorie for that peanutbutter hot chocolate alone) left me with three days of migraines and a few (or five) pounds heavier, not to mention feeling like my body is made of molten lead slowly hardening.
But give me a break, it was my sister's wedding, after all, and it was positively glorious!!!! It was just a wonderful, happy, beautiful week with smashing good parties, dinners and a heart-warming wedding ceremony and swanky reception that made me cry and smile all at once. It's the happiest I've been in a very long time (unless you count last night!) and I'm so happy that I could be there.
And if you thought my shoes were going to be fabulous, check these out:
Now that the wonderful week is over and I'm back at home, I am slowly coming to terms with the rotten fact that I can't do all the things I used to do and get away with it. I don't think this is because I turned 30. I'm pretty sure it's the result of my twerpy immune system. I partied hard and had fun and tried not to miss a single moment, but it caught up with me in the end. Sigh. RA can really be such a bastard.
On a good note, the Frio wallet rocked my world. It was supereasy, convenient and worked with no problems, so I absolutely plan to use it from now on instead of the bulky travel pack. Thanks again to Susan at Arthritis Friend for tipping me onto it!
More proper posts to come as soon as I recover a little more from the festivities and get caught up at work. (Gulp).
Photo by DFN.