Hey, Barb.
Too much green beer, I'm afraid, to write intelligently. T took S and I out tonight for St. Pat's Day, since J was with his band doing a pub crawl that started at 1:00 this afternoon and won't end until midnight. (Ahhhh..... memories of Boston and the Black Rose.)
We had a really good time, just the three of us, in the Applebees bar. Our local tavern was so jam-packed we could hardly get through the door, so we settled on our only other cheap option. We left the boys at home to make nachos and hang out - so glad we're at that stage now. By the time we got home, it was way past bedtime for them, so we had to call it a night.
Just cleaned up the kitchen and finished a few little things here and there before I head up to bed. I really did not need that last Amber Ale at home after two pitchers of Blue Moon at the bar, but it is St. Patrick's Day, after all.
Love you,
A
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