wishing i could re-arrange the globe

With gas at three-freaking-twenty-nine per gallon and things to do at home, it doesn't make much sense for us to drive to Okoboji whenever we get the urge. And I have the urge. It's a nice day. The kids next door are splashing in their pool and I'm wishing I was sitting on a dock, drinking a margarita.

So I'm doing the next best thing, a weak substitution really, by drinking a margarita at home out of a Barefoot Bar plastic cup.