Monday, June 02, 2008


Life's little chores are finished; dinner is prepared or preparing; child is off with another family swimming; husband is returning home from bachelor party in Law Vegas. I am uncharacteristically alone on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon. We know what that means.

Happy hour. One tall vodka and limeade, splash of soda, splash of pomegranate juice (to make it healthy) and a sprig of mint. I'm particularly pleased with myself for embellishing it even though it was just for me.
Oops. Well they say the first one is for thirst. BARTENDER . . . .! Damn, I thought someone would be home by now to make my second one. Ah, they'd probably never get the proportions just right.