Like most people, I have a travel coffee mug. Unlike most people, mine has been repurposed
as a travel booze cup. Sure I’ve put
coffee in it on occasion but mostly it’s used to bring mixers into unsuspecting
places like: homecoming football games, the movie theatre and on celebratory occasions,
work. In a past life I would just use
water bottles but that came to an abrupt halt when I mistook a spiked bottle
for run-of-the-mill H2O and guzzled vodka water on my way into work one
morning. Nothing quite like getting the
dry heaves for twenty minutes to convince you to spend a few extra bucks on a more
distinguishable cup.
Not surprisingly, my cup and I have had very few outings
together since my son has come into the picture. Mostly because I no longer go anywhere and a
little because people would probably frown upon me caring for my child in a
constant state of intoxication. People
can be so weird.
So when it came time to take Rinn to the pumpkin farm, the
travel mug stayed behind. And it’s a
good thing too because carting around pumpkins after consuming a hot tottie can
be a little challenging; speaking from experience of course. Not to mention
that I ended up having to fight off a goat who snatched Rinn’s brand new mitten
thru the fence and tried to eat it. I am
not above kicking some farm animal ass if they come between me and clothes but
should I have been forced to choose between holding onto my cup or chasing down
that mitten, I can promise you that I would’ve been ordering a new pair when we
got home all the while secretly hoping that goat choked on the stolen goods and
got what he deserved.
Weeks later and with this memory freshly emblazoned on my
brain but knowing that the chances of us encountering a thieving beast while
trick or treating were slim to none; I filled my cup with wine for the occasion,
to the brim. And to hell with it, if we do stumble across the path some bat shit crazy
wombat whose sole purpose in life is to eat my hat, well he can have
it. Hats aren’t a good look on me
anyway.
Rinn's first trip to the pumpkin farm and my husband pretending he enjoys eating my hair.
Pumpkin proud.
The great mitten caper.
Robbery in progress.
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