Lemons Are Not So Bad, After All

The past month has been a stinky one.  I simply have not been feeling very well and last Friday, I gave up and called the doctor.  It does not seem to be anything important, we are just running some tests, etc in the meantime.  However, being slightly off one's game for this long really drags a person down.  And I am frustrated.  I am trying so hard to exercise and toward that goal, signed up for some 5Ks this spring.  I ran one on March 10th and it was just awful.  I have two more coming up in April (May is still open -- any recommendations for 5Ks in Kansas City??)    I am hoping to start feeling better soon.  Because dammit, I am trying to get in shape.

In the meantime, I have been one crabby mother.  I have two whirling dervishes who do not understand or care that I am not 100% right now.  But it is not their fault.

Yesterday, I felt we needed some whimsy in our afternoon so I declared that we were going to have a Lemonade Party.  They looked at me like I was a Crazy Woman (no offense taken, natch)

I dug through my cabinets and pulled out my woefully neglected martini set.  A sweet set that I obsessed over and lovingly purchased back when drinking Cosmos were all the rage.  I no longer drink martinis, but why could we not still use my lovely set?

Indeed.

Fancy!

Contemplative.

Dahling, puh-leeze.....

All that lemonade and the poor boy could barely hold his head up.

I do not miss drinking martinis.

And I am far happier with my new method for putting my lovely set to such good use.