Came home to find the Mother happily cleaning the toaster with liberal amounts of soap and water-- while the thing was still plugged in. Oh, I know where I come from.

Had a haircut and finally got rid of all the raspberry kamikaze hair damage. I'm calling it my mid-life crisis at 30.

Had margaritas by the pool while the Mother complained about not enough tequila. Driving to the liquor store for rum, gin, whiskey, and vermouth made me happy.

The older I get, the more I enjoy the Mother.