Sent the newest pictures of Shake’N'Bake (see sidebar) to my parents and my father responded with, “Thanks.  I got them and made email-size for mom.  They look great.  Pretty soon she’ll be blowin’ the froth off the ale.”

One half of me wants to nod with pride (Hells yeah, she will!) and the other wants to deny that she will even know what alcohol is until she’s 30.

Super Target fits in there somewhere.

I can’t go to this place and not buy something.

Tonight, I went with the intention of buying diapers and two gallons of milk. We go through milk in greater quantities than we do toilet water in this house, and that’s not very much of an exaggeration.

Instead I came home with:

• 2 gallons of milk
• Pampers Swaddlers size 2-3 diapers (I swear they exist, but Husband doesn’t believe me)
• 2 jars of Vermouth-spiked olives
• 6 pack of Guinness (glass bottles, duh)
• 6 pack of Shiner Bock (again with the glass bottles)
• Easter stuff for the girl, most of which Mr. H and I will undoubtedly eat, ourselves
• And last (but possibly worst of all) one chocolate mousse Cheesecake Factory cheesecake

I needed the olives in order to make martinis. I simply cannot have vodka martinis without olives, and I cannot have gin martinis at all (barf).

I’m about half way through one of said martinis (takes the edge off my budget deficit guilt complex) and I’m really feeling it, in case you couldn’t tell. I tend overuse the parenthesis when I’m tipsy.