She wasn't very smiley during this particular photo shoot, so I think she must have had a milk-hangover from her bender the night before:
Who hasn't felt like that after hitting the bottle a little too hard the night before? :)
Actually, it was a pretty tame St. Patrick's Day for all involved. I had one Guinness, Phoebe had a bottle, and I think we both hit the sack by about 9:30. My dad did point out that I should have just sent Phoebe to the bar with her Uncle John. He observed that Phoebe's schedule fit pretty well with a bar fly's: one bottle could come right before the party got started, another bottle at last call, and the final bottle at Denny's while everyone is eating pancakes and sobering up. I guess that is something to keep in mind next time we can't find a babysitter - we'll just hit up the local pub!
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