First tipsy post

I know, I know...how can someone reach my stage in life and never have posted drunk before?? Well, I'm losing THAT naivete RIGHT NOW! After the bike ride and the nap, we loaded kids (and one semi-ailing dog) into cars and went fishing. Yep. The two-year old from the track post? Yeah, well, today he caught his first rainbow trout on a 2-weight rod with only a little...OK, a lot... of parental assistance. Still, if you were to ask him, HE caught a fish today and it was a good 8, maybe 9 inches. Of course, he'd just as well learn early that size doesn't matter, does it? From fishing, we returned home to clean up and then go to a different restaurant, because the one we like best is still recovering from the apres track incident and I'm pretty sure they haven't lifted the ban yet. At today's establishment, we... OK I... had margaritas. Note the plurality there. Yep. All 118 pounds of me awash in lime and tequila -- but not the splashed on variety, for those of my readers who might make that visual mistake. No, no, this tequila is ALL ingested and trying really hard to impair my typing. But no, Mrs. Dart was a better typing teacher than that -- it will take more than a mere 3 or 4 (but who's counting?) margaritas to undermine THESE fingers. Perhaps there's more in the kitchen. I'll conduct a purely scientific experiment on that and get back to you.