When I go to parties I have to alternate a glass of wine with a bottle of water, otherwise, I end up napping in their guestroom. The Southern Brewer’s festival that is in town here each summer is out of the question. Beer + Sun + Hot Day = big time sleep for me.
Still, I like wine and beer and gin and tonics and margaritas. I just make all of mine weak. So, on Saturday nights, when my husband makes some margaritas, mine are half strength, even sort of a quarter strength. But guess what happened the other night?? Well, apparently there was football on the tv, while he was making my margarita, and he became distracted. And apparently I drank real grown-up people margaritas. When the room started spinning, he admitted to the football watching. So, I told him I was going upstairs to bed. I didn’t quite make it. When he came up from the basement computer room, this is what he found on the couch.
Yes, that's Patchouli making a rare weekday appearance on the blog!