It’s only Wednesday, only halfway through the week and it’s just been one of those weeks. Part of it is a teething baby with no end in sight, part of it is a three-and-a-half-year-old continuing to be, well, three, and part of it is just being tired. And thus, yesterday:
George: I brought you some chips.
Sherry: Yay! Now if only I had a beer to go with them. I could seriously use a beer.
George: Sorry. I’ll get you a beer tomorrow.
Sherry: That will be too late. By tomorrow I’ll need a bong.
Hee. I think one of the benefits (if you can call it that) of not having a lot of money is that I can’t afford to drink as much as I probably would if we had money. If we were rich, I’d probably be up at the bar at the local Mexican restaurant three nights a week, tossing back mojitos and stuffing myself with nachos.
I’ve practiced twice his week with my mojito recipe. Gotta get it right. lol