You guys are funny. You and your "beer punch." Such a sweet little moniker for beer, vodka and limeade together in the same glass. A nice accompaniment to the ribs and "corn slaw," even if we forgot the beans. We had a nice evening mourning the end of our summer together, and conversing about topics typical to beer punch drinking: Underdog and porn...
In parenting news, I know you are supposed to always bolster your child's self-esteem by defeating the self-defeating talk, but tonight when Matty declared, "I stink at sleeping," I couldn't disagree.
He really does stink at sleeping.
(And now, so do I.)
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Oh my gosh beer punch, wow...when I was in high school (don't tell my kids) we made a beer punch we called "pink panties" it was a 6 pack of beer, a fifth of rum and a 2 frozen cans of pink lemonaide. I always thought you were cool!
Beer punch is awesomely awesome at every age...
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