This afternoon I found a lime in the refrigerator. This inspired me to mix a batch of my favorite summertime cocktail. I do no know if it has a name; I call it Windex. It's basically a Kamikaze, but instead of TripleSec, I use Blue Caracao (thus the Windex coloration). Vodka, Rose Lime Juice, and the blue stuff. A pile of ice. Lime wedges.

Ahhhh.

Just try not to drink it down too quickly -- it'll get you there fast enough (sooner than you think, actually).

So I sat outside with a giant glass of that stuff, grilled some burgers for us and the boys, and ate and drank in the late afternoon sun. Nice. Then Alane went to get some diapers. I stayed and did a little more scrubbing of the rug from the boys' room (the one we dragged outside following a noxious potty-training mishap earlier today). The boys were particularly filthy, having been playing in garden silt, so I tossed them in the shower. Now they're squeaky clean.

Perhaps another tall cold blue thing before Alane returns?

Destiny calls.