Last evening a bird pooped on my head while I was outside enjoying my post-workday beverage. (A post-workday beverage, I wish to inform my non-Instagram followers, which can no longer be served in my favorite vintage glassware.)
This morning, I was out in the backyard in my leopard bedroom slippers and I stepped in dog poop.
So how’s it going? Pretty poopy.
Cripes Suzette 
Or, as I like to say, crap-ola.
Craptastic!
One word…etsy. Your gin will thank you.
I would love for you to share your cocktail recipes – I rather enjoyed the gin/lillet cocktail you wrote about some time ago, but have misplaced the paper I wrote the ingredients down on.
I also followed your lead and found some suitable cocktail glasses at a local consignment shop, but my set of 5 is now a duo due to unfortunate events occurring around my makeshift ‘bar’ area in my kitchen. sigh.