So I think it’s safe to say the overall theme at the Cowardly Feminist this week has been my epic gracelessness. It should have come as no surprise, then, when I started my morning off with a bang. On the floor.
After I fed and walked the dogs, I rushed to get laundry together to wash. Our building has two washers and two dryers, for 16 units. Let me tell you, that isn’t nearly enough. If I don’t get into the laundry room before 7am, it’s pretty much a no go for the rest of the day. So I hurried to beat the other early birds, and somehow as I was trying to unlock the front door, my feet flew out from under me. And I mean that literally, because I landed flat on my back. Dirty laundry was all over the place, I had the air knocked out of me, and it must have been hella loud because it woke my husband. That is saying a lot because he sleeps like the dead, plus we have both a fan and white noise machine going in our bedroom. Anyway, he ran out of the room and found me on the floor.
Husband: What happened? Are you okay?
Me: No response, because my back is killing me and I haven’t even had a cup of coffee yet. Plus I’m completely embarrassed.
Husband: Did you slip?
Me: Just leave me alone!! (Because I’m all pissed at myself about being a clutz)
Smart man that he is, my husband went back to bed for another half hour, and waited to speak to me again until I’d nursed my wounded pride with a gargantuan cup of coffee.
Fitting way to end the week, dontcha think? And so for today’s cocktail hour, I give you,
- 2 oz light rum
- ½ oz Rose’s Sweetened Lime Juice
- Orange juice
- Club soda
In an ice-filled Collins glass, pour rum and Rose’s, then add orange juice and top with club soda.
*Note – you need two of these to forget hurt feelings.
Also, I had an announcement for today, but because I’m a dumbass, it will have to wait until Monday. Could I be any more vague? Probably. Until then, have a cocktail and enjoy the weekend!