Off the Wagon

The alcohol embargo has come to an end. Last night, after a long hard day of Arkansas, I flopped down on the couch with some sushi, my boyfriend, an episode of Veronica Mars and a cold Staropramen.

It was bliss.

Now maybe my coworkers will stop spreading the rumor that I'm pregnant.

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Smoking embargo: still on.

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My number one fantasy of the moment is going freelance, packing up the kids and moving out to the country where we'll have a cute farmhouse with a big porch, a tire swing, and two horses named Bob and Beau. And I'll make lemonade from scratch and drive a baby blue pickup truck and answer to "Kari Jo."

Or maybe I'll buy this adorable house in The Cutest Little Town Anywhere and mow the lawn in jean shorts and be a volunteer firefighter and take my dog Daisy for walks around the resevoir and write children's books and then read them to little kids every Saturday morning at the local library.

Or maybe I'll take a week off and fly to Tokyo. Who knows.