One of the side effects of 1) not having a proper "job," if you will and 2) spending August in the Texas heat is believing you're on vacation when the mood suits you. At 2:00 this afternoon, while watching Alex plant succulents in his rock garden, I decided it was time for margaritas. I was getting hot sitting on the front porch watching Alex do all that work, so I pulled the vacation card and whipped up a batch of margaritas. The only problem--if you want to call it that--with having a margarita at 2:00 in the afternoon is that you want another margarita at 2:20...and eventually the girls wake up from their naps and you have to remember that you aren't really on vacation.
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