Goldfish In My Beer

Mommy happy hour usually included boring vanilla lattes and ice cappuccinos, important as it masqueraded as a child’s story time. I was so lucky to stumble upon it and, once I started going, I made sure to keep going.

This Wednesday, we dared each other to have a real happy hour. We relaxed and recounted our past weeks, kids playing at our feet and a cooling breeze coming in from the opened door.

And then I saw this and snorted beer through my nose.

Because of course. 

It pretty much doesn’t get better than this.

 

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