Monday, March 3, 2014

It's 5:00 Somewhere

I was bushed. 

Filthy and my body aching, I headed into the house swiping off yard debris from my clothes. 

I took a shower thinking to myself how much I miss hot water.  I can't soothe away my aches and pains with heat anymore.

I have hotflashes in the shower now. 
No Kidding. 
So it's tepid water for me. 

Freshly laundered I wander into the kitchen and grab a wine glass.

SM pops pain relievers like candy.  But I'm a pill-a-phobe for the most part.

And a glass (or two) of wine has been my weapon of choice for years now.

I head to the fridge in the garage where we keep our stash and pour me a healthy swig from the box-o-wine perched on it's side, tap hanging over the edge.

Sipping, I walk back into the house and head for my recliner to kick back for a bit and I happen to pass the neon green digital clock on the stove.





I pause, registering this fact. 
Geez...It's earlier than I thought.

I glance at the glass of wine in my hand.

I've never had alcohol this early before. 
Well...except for New Years and that's a holiday.

I consider putting the glass back in the fridge until a more appropriate hour and take a few more steps to do just that.

As the aches and pains of a hard days work register crawling up my legs, I shrug and take another sip.

After all, it is 5 o'clock somewhere.

2 comments:

  1. Now if it had been 9 a.m., I'd worry about you. Three p.m. after working hard physically outside all day . . . NO PROBLEM! Cheers!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hey - 3:00 PM is the NEW 5:00 PM!

    ReplyDelete