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Caipirinha Coupons for All!
If I weren’t on the clock, I’d go hide behind the bar and finish the remains of whatever bottle had less than three fingers in it. I don’t want to tempt fate with asking if this day could get any worse … but it sorta feels like it couldn’t.
Fate, if you’re listening, just leave today alone. It’s enough. I get that I’ve had a good year of blissful happiness that maybe I don’t deserve, and you brought me a man who so far hasn’t kicked me out of bed for eating crackers (or snoring or talking in my sleep or farting occasionally—YES, it happens, especially when Joseph makes those incredible burritos) and I’ve been working on being less cynical and on that whole more vegetables/less whisky thing and I’m really trying hard to not freak out when my junior adventure
