Ugh. I got up and, rather ambitiously, put on workout clothes. I’ll be returning to my basketball pants momentarily.
I’m trying desperately to take my own happy hangover advice. I gave Honest Tea a glowing review last week, but I’ll tell you what…if that little magic elixir can fix my current state, they’ll have a fan for life.
Right now my level of hot mess is at about a 6; I’ll be back with a full Chelsea recap when I get it down to a more manageable 3.