Well it ain’t Grey Goose, but I suppose it will do. For now.
4 weeks and counting. (But who’s counting?)
P.s. Prune juice everywhere this morning. Ev-ry-where. What a terrible, terrible beverage to be serving a flailing toddler on a daily.
P.p.s. per Grace‘s wisdom I’ve disabled the dreaded word verification, so all you robots who were perhaps put off by my virtual barricade and chomping at the bit to comment: fire away.
Here’s hoping one super creepy and vulgar e-stalker from the Lonestar state doesn’t find his way back round these here parts…