Sometimes at the end of a long day, with my three amigos tucked in bed and Daddy on duty, Mommy needs a little something. Sometimes she needs 2 or 3 little somethings.
Am I totally drunk off of 2, okay fine, 3 ciders or are the words on the label and my hat backwards?
Freaky.
Oh cider, how I do love you so. More than wine, more than beer, more than whatever the Rolling Stones were singing about, you truly are Mother's Little Helper.
You remind me of being young and you keep me from feeling too old. I'm so glad we're friends again now that the childbearing days are done.
*hiccup*
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