OMG Drama

Tonight’s party went amazingly well, it you discount the part where the 3-month old baby ended up with a skull fracture (not my fault, I was totally in another part of the party when it happened).

My “perfect” margaritas were well received, save for the ardent tequila fans that want more booze than mixer, and those that do not understand the appeal of lime. Since I ended up being the only mixer for the entire evening, I am forced to conclude that I made the right call.

Expensive, but right.

I’m waiting for a baby update, which I should receive sometime in the next three hours. It sucks, but I have to know, since I like both parents and children, and wish them to be well. (future continuous tense completely intended.)