Apple Martinis and Lager

I am fighting a small hang over this morning. The Wee Girl will always be able to drink me under the table…I just need to remember that at a more appropriate time. (Like when she decides to order those damn Apple Martinis at the end of the night.)

Some people pay for therapy, but alas, I have J.P. and the Wee Girl. No one could ask for more.

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