Happy Hour

It's spring break. Thank goodness. My husband and I joined our friends/Co-workers at a local restaurant and bar. It was a change from our normal routine. We never go out to happy hour. We ate, laughed and drank. It was a lot of fun. We were all talking together, separately, at once... it was fun. We informed that one my "neighbor" that one of the persons at our school carries on extracurricular activities with her husbands knowledge and she almost fell off her stool. We discussed our leopard print, G-string, deadbeat co- worker and how he (yes, he) didn't carry his weight yesterday. Blue Mesa Margaritas... yum.