Carrie Bradshaw Breakdown

Remember the Sex and the City episode when Carrie finds the engagement ring in Aiden's duffle bag and then goes and throws up? And then Miranda takes her to try on the tacky wedding dress and she breaks out in hives? Well I'm having a similar reaction. Since we got engaged on Friday night my body has begun rebelling against me. Saturday I had what I can only imagine were food poisoning-like stomach cramps. I've never had food poisoning before but I've heard its just awful. Also, I'm positive I have sprouted a whole new patch of gray hair. I need my roots done BADLY. Yes, I have gray hair, and I've had it since I was 16. I'm not ashamed to admit that but I will be well over 60 before I'm completely comfortable going au natural. However, the worst part of my body's breakdown is hands down the break-outs. I haven't broken out this bad since I was 13. I have one in particular that John and I have started lovingly referring to as My Little Friend, Generalissimo Franco. It is definitely some sort of aggressive military leader marching all over my face shouting angry things in spanish that I can't understand. I waged a war against it last night and think I've won, for now. I wish I felt prettier. This is a time when I should feel like beautiful glowing bride-to-be, not an ugly troll that lives under a bridge. Oh well. I think my body is finally starting to calm down and, thank god, because we are going out to dinner tonight with John's mom and step dad and my mom. Dinner is around 6pm at Chevy's in Ellisville, yay for margs, tequila and chips and salsa!! Really though, tequila makes everything better.