My kids have been great today, it’s been a very low key, low stress day, but, man oh man do I want to pop open a cold beer. It’s beautiful out and I just want to sit outside while they play, chit chat with someone with a nice, icy beverage in my hand. My mouth is watering now. Maybe Dr. G. or Laura will come over… (Yoohooo…. Laura, get your ass on IM! Tell those people at work you have better things to do than sit in a meeting…) Does this make me an alky? (No, absolutely not. But, the fact that I feel this way most days probably does…)
And, I want to celebrate the beginning of our renovations… Even if we are just getting estimates and no work will be done in the next two months, it’s still a start. And I am damned excited. Just think, I will have some fab spots in two or three months to drink my icy, adult beverages (or a glass of wine, whatever…) I can sit on the new deck, or out at the new and improved fire pit/play area, or at my new countertop height bar in my new green kitchen. Ooh, it makes me so happy.
Oh, and speaking of adult beverages… My child now adds “drink” at the end of “adult” like that’s the actual word… I usually call adult beverages “adult drinks.” And, since I say “adult drink” a lot, anytime she says the word adult, she throws drink on the end… For example: “When I get bigger, my teeth will fall out and I will be an adult drink.” It makes me laugh hysterically. (I love to ask her to tell people what will happen to her teeth. We had a talk one day about her teeth growing and I told her they didn’t grow, that when she got older, they would fall out and bigger ones would grow in their place… Obviously, she thinks it will make her an adult drink.) For the record, I do say adult drink for anything she doesn’t need a sip of, not just for alcohol… Like my diet Dr. Peppers that I drink daily, my daily pot of coffee, daddy’s sweet tea or anything loaded with sugar… They are all adult drinks. Anyway, a funny little Averyism for you.
Okay, it’s 4:30, as soon as Baby Henry is up, we’re going out and finding someone to imbibe with and enjoy this fabulous day to the fullest.
(Dr. G. just called and does want to get together for an icy beverage. Yay.)
Edited to add: The Gs came over Sunday night to cook and drink at the firepit, and Mr. G. was more than willing to ride down the hill on the wagon. I really, really wanted him to, and I think we offered him money to do so, but Dr. G. put the kabosh on that. Quickly. (See this entry if you need to catch up… Or scroll down and read The Gimp and the Spider…)