My grandfather used to ask my brother if he wanted "refrigerated water" or "wet water," which came from the tap. The inference was that REAL men just drank the wet water. I have no idea why that will forever be lodged in my head.
I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.
Water on the rocks... make mine a double... it's been a rough day.
ReplyDeleteI like mine straight up. Shaken, not stirred.
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather used to ask my brother if he wanted "refrigerated water" or "wet water," which came from the tap. The inference was that REAL men just drank the wet water.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea why that will forever be lodged in my head.
Bob is a boy of discerning tastes.
ReplyDeleteThe cool thing about Bob is that he can be counted on to tip a solid 20% even when you forget his "usual."
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He will also require a special wardrobe: Powder blue polyester pants up to his nipples with a white belt and matching shoes.
ReplyDeleteMy first thought was like gradydoctor's "Shaken, not stirred."
ReplyDeleteI love this Bob more and more with every post....
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