I don’t always believe in signs and portents…
…so I’m going to a party so I stop by the liquor store to get some pre-made lime margarita mix (Diet!) that a guest brought over a few weeks ago. (And for those tempted to mock, let me just state that Bourbon or whiskey would be inappropriate for a 1 year old’s party). They were offering free samples of the exact item I was going to purchase. Today only. (And only that item).
I have to now seriously consider the possibility that God thinks I should be drinking more. (My age seems to be perfect to start being an alcoholic, I doubt liver damage will ever exceed heart damage, given how late I’m starting).
Update — Weird dreams ensue. Also, wackiness. Help me out by IDing the villian!