My Husband Went on the Stone Brewery Tour and All I Got Was a Stupid T-Shirt

And the pleasure of taking six kids to Mission Beach. That’s right. We’re visiting MY friend in San Diego. MY friend who I haven’t seen in 8 months since she's moved. MY friend who I have a desperate need to talk to. MY friend who has a desperate need to talk to me.

And the guys take off.



And for those who know me, when it comes to beer or baseball the beach, I will choose beer.

Which, to be truthful is what I did. Because MY friend likes to drink. And she's as relaxed as I am about leaving her kids to swim in front of the lifeguard. So we go to a café and order drinks and guacamole. And more drinks.

And we don’t care when the kids crowd around the Monster Energy Truck like vultures for free cans of the stuff.



We don’t care if it has caffeine in it. We don't even care if it has alcohol in it.




Because now everyone is happy.

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