And the lottery tickets didn’t help. Eight dollars in winnings don’t exactly add up to a retirement-worthy windfall.
This would be fabulous with a weekend late evening summer dinner of salads, light meats, and other summer fare. It also pairs well with writing, because it’s what I’m drinking now as I sit at the keyboard.
Karma’s a bitch. But she’s only a bitch if you give her reason to be. I think Karma’s going to have a great time with these three clowns.