I just had a mango margarita. or two. or three.

Okay, I lost count. They were so smooth and tropical. Definitely a chick drink, but that’s how you’re supposed to end the Summer. With a nice sweet beverage that won’t slur your speech. I’m not answering my phone, “Eddie’s pool hall, eight ball speaking.” or “Bo’s barbecue and mortuary, you grill em, we chill em” so I don’t think I’ve had too many. Then again, I have mentioned those phone greetings to you, so I won’t be driving anywhere tonight. And I think I’m done because I have posted this, and part of the fun for my friends and family should be phoning me and getting these greetings without warning.