
Some mother-son bonding time. I ordered a margarita (it was happy hour and tequila makes me happy AND a better mother). The drink was so good that I thought about ordering another. Of course I wouldn't, but I was so tempted. Lincoln said, "Can I buy you three of them so you can be a drunk, fun forty-something year old, instead of a lame, boring one?"
Ahhhh, the sweetness....

Right after we clinked out glasses with a loud, "CHEERS!" Lincoln bumped the table and his soda spilled all over me. He thought this was hilarious. Miraculously my margarita on the rocks with salt did not spill. Ahh there is a GOD.
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