It’s really not the alcohol so much, really, as the cute little bottles it comes in.
No, really. I swear.
The alcohol I drank a LOT of came in a bottle of Gordon’s gin. And the part that sucked was when the tonic ran out. The part that only sort of sucked was that I had no limes – just the little slush of lemon juice I had left over.
It was okay, though. One finds hidden resources when one is desperate – and one finds, too, that a little lemon juice goes a long way – and one finds that one does not need lemon juice, or lime juice, after a few gin and tonics, after all.
Especially now that Peter is home.
Which sort of explains my absence from these pages.
We’ve renovated the backyard, which, if you’re a regular reader, up until now was pretty much Dog Turd City. Nice for Tucker Dog – not so much, though, an area that the girls and I were so much eager to go frolicking in ourselves.
Dog Turd Pudding jokes aside.
Peter came home, horrified – not only that I’d glued myself to the computer screen, but that the backyard was an overgrown, dog turdy mess.
In about a week, he’d installed a pool, built a slate patio, hung a dartboard, strung those little white twinkly lights all over the place (you know, the kind you see when it isn’t Christmas in restaurants?) and I was able to show off my artistic skills by printing up “end of school pool party” invitations for my oldest’s middle school friends.
He even took the props from my kids’ concert shows and decorated the yard and fence with them.
It went from looking like all that was missing was a car on cinderblocks to a virtual paradise.
I was stunned.
Hence, the alcohol.
Hence, the “blog? What blog? Real life has suddenly become WAY more interesting.”
And boy, can I throw a dart now. Even my youngest can. (We found a crate for her to stand on.)
Anybody wanna try me?