That's one way to kick off August!
The martinis......I'm sure you understand.
After all, remember, I'm doing dad duty in Dadland while the rest of my family frolicks on the beach.
It was Saturday night.
The TV was blaring....the Pirate game.
No, they didn't win.
The cheese danish......you might not get.
Either did I.
Until I found myself standing over the box eating one.
Oh, those things are good!
And, what I found was that combined with a martini, they somehow helped me go momentarily deaf.....
As my father sat in the dining room declaring loudly that I used too much salt on his salmon (I didn't even use salt!), the sheer act of hiding in the kitchen eating his cheese danish right out of the box I brought them home in, washed down by a martini, drowned out his unfounded complaints.
I didn't hear him. For that one moment.
It was a perfectly glorious moment.
My martini in one hand.
The danish in the other.
I'd love to sit here and blog a little more.
But, it's lunch time here in Dadland.
Lemon almond chicken salad on whole wheat and chunks of watermelon for him.
Just the chicken salad for me.
The cheese danish are gone.
So, if he says I used too much salt again......it's gonna be 5 o'clock somewhere.....