There’s something about a margarita that makes an ordinary weekend feel like a vacation. As the thick air enveloped the patio of my favorite Mexican restaurant, I savored the tang of salt that lined my delicious cocktail. I was hanging with my three favorite guys and munching on chips and salsa…life was good.
Mad Dog raised his glass to meet mine. He looked to our boys and asked, “What should we toast to your Mom?”
T.Puzzle jumped right in, “Make a toast to the greatest human alive….me.”
Mad Dog said, “This is supposed to be about your Mom, not you.”
T.Puzzle replied, “Well, I guess we can pretend you are the greatest human alive if that would make you feel good, Mom.”
More tequila please.
No matter, I laughed out loud. This was even before the margarita had worked its way into my system.
The meal and conversation progressed beautifully. I ate all the things I don’t normally allow myself to and it was divine. I asked Mad Dog his thoughts on his spicy jalapeño drink and he said it was good. It had been garnished with a pepper that had remained free and clear of the drink itself. This is when Full Speed boldly declared that he would give eating the garnish a shot.
We warned him but also applauded his bravery.
Things quickly went south.
His face drained of all color. He was losing control ever so slightly. It started out slow and then reached max capacity.
I did the only natural thing a mother would do after imbibing on a way-too-strong drink.
I had the worst (best?) giggle fit of my life. The more Full Speed looked like he might expire lent to another torrent of giggles.
At that moment I knew I really was the greatest human alive, but maybe not the greatest mom alive.
Still, this picture…worth a thousand words!