As summer 2020 wraps up, it seems we’re still no closer to getting our shit together, and I mean that collectively, as in the human race as a whole.
Author: Mandi Em
Let’s raise our glasses to the parents just trying to do their best and get through the gut-wrenching agony of it all.
Beer is unlike other booze in the sense that it goes down so smooth that it almost feels like you aren’t just drinking alcohol in the middle of the day, at this child’s birthday party.
May your sunscreen be strong, your sprinkler be sturdy, and your kids be happily occupied without leeching onto you every 12 seconds. Amen!
Oh how I long for the days when a fiver meant I had the world at my fingertips. I could literally buy all that AND a bag of chips.
And then one day, if you’re really lucky, they’ll have teenagers too and the circle will close. Ahh, the sweet smell of justice!
Here’s to looking good! Or to looking awful with the best intentions. After all, it’s the thought that counts… right?!
So maybe this isn’t our year to get our eating in order or get into shape. Lord, deliver us from 2020!