Everything I Like Causes Cancer

Pattie just called to tell me about her vacation epiphany. There's been some discussion of road soadies and having to stop at least 7 times on the way down. Now, I wasn't too jazzed about this. Until the epiphany . . .

. . . bucket o' margaritas. Frozen. One cup. Stays cold on its own. Light and refreshing. Pink. She's a fucking genious, that one.

And we have a designated driver who I hear is excited about watching it all go down. My life rocks. Don't hate us because we're fabulous.