Some nights, the day has just been so horrible that you feel you've earned the rights to a tall drink just as much as you've earned your wages. If you're like me, you clock out, come home, take off your bra and pour that drink. Really sticking it to 'the man', right?
Today wasn't one of those days.
I did have a glass of wine tonight, but not as the result of a piss-poor day. My wine was poured to ease the pain of my 80 year old bones and used to wash down a few arthritis pills. As luck would have it, there was exactly enough left in the bottle to have half of a glass. I love when that happens.
That half full glass? Now totally empty. Such a lush... G'night!
(P.S. My crazy friends recently dubbed this song as 'our jam'. Bet you'll never guess which of the three is supposedly me...)