(Me, Senior Jose Cuervo, and a surprisingly tasty Mexican cigar.)
Will I ever be happy again? This is getting really, really old. Seriously.
Well, in the meantime, my girlfriends are staying by my side and being as encouraging as ever. Thanks, Nadine and Chris, for helping me retrieve a scrap of my long-lost sanity. I feel like a queen when I arrive at Nadine's and am immediately handed an ice-cold margarita, complete with one of those cute bendy straws, a warm plate heavy with homemade enchiladas, and a side of fresh guacamole. My only regret was that I couldn't bring my fellow WS mothers with me for a girls' afternoon. Just for future reference, though, Nadine, just because I have a couple margaritas, you won't see me churning out snow angels wearing only my bathing suit, no matter how funny you think it would be or how much room is on your camera's memory card. Oh, sure, I thought about it, but we have to at least wait for fresh, fluffy snow, not the stuff with a razor-sharp crust of ice over the top of it. In addition, it would probably help if things were a bit more dark.
We should probably purchase another bottle of Patron, too.