Today I picked up my mother-in-law, and we headed out on some errands and lunch. After she got her hair cut, oh look! Hacienda is right next door! (Actually, that was the plan all along.) We stopped in for a bite to eat, and it was fun to chat with her. I was also happy that she got out of the house, as her husband is pretty much on bed rest right now due to a back injury, and I know it did her good to just get out and have a few laughs. And we did have some.
We both had margaritas, and they were tasty as always. The picture shows my kind of margarita—none of that frozen junk for me. Shaken, baby. (Not shaken baby...that is something completely different, and totally unrelated to this conversation.) The specialty margaritas at this place come in a shaker, and it's enough for two small glasses. Two of these is my limit (believe me...three is a bad idea), and I was good today and only had one. As she was pouring the last of hers out of her shaker, she was making sure she got it all, and said, "Good to the last drop!" It just tickled me and made me laugh!
But where she really got me was when we were talking about taking calcium. She can't take tablets, but they sell liquid calcium and she's been using that. She went on to tell me, "Well...we've kind of gotten into a bad habit. I have my shot of calcium in my orange juice late in the morning. We have screwdrivers."
I happened to be taking a bite of my seafood taco salad when she said that, and I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from spewing salad everywhere. Yeah, she's pretty cool!
We had a nice afternoon, and I anticipate a nice evening. I foresee Rock Band in my future. In the meantime, here's a little tequila for you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did mine at lunch.