Drinks

My two youngest children are home sick again today. I will call for a prescription once the doctor is in.

A deadline looms. I will work when they sleep or drowse to cartoons.

It will be a trying day. At the end of this week, the world owes me a drink.

Wide web of the world, let's put this on your tab. Wanna buy me a drink, sailor?

Drop me an email if so. You can phone an order into a liquor store near me. They will deliver to your very own pervert.

I will toast to you as I write.