I just had a "Bump-and-Run" or two over at my neighbor's house.
What's a "Bump-and-Run," you ask?
Kettle One, Starbucks Liquer (or is it Liquouer?), Bailey's and coffee, shaken, not sitree.d... and oopps, some mistakes are occurring with the fingers on the keyboard.
A "Bump-and-Run"... unexpected for a Sunday afternoon considering Manic Mom has a "nodrinking-on-Sunday" rule. Apparently, I do not follow my own rules.
Today could have started out absoulutely miserably given the initial circumstances of me being awakened at 7 a.m. by doting and (ahem) horny hubby, but, thinking in terms I don't usually think in, I was able to align with the stars, and make the day a beautfiul one.
Tyupos left in because I'm being real, and if I can't be real after a "Bump-and-Run" then I have to ask myself, "Who am I? Really?"