It's five o'clock somewhere

Well now I've done it. My daughter is mad at me. Precious is mad at me. I am mad at others that I dare not mention. White hot mad. I would like a drink. Actually, I would like lots of drinks. Lots and Lots and Lots of drinks. Then maybe I would be calm. Maybe I would sleep. Maybe I would quit crying. Now in perspective, it is a tiny issue. It's not cancer or death or jail. But it is real and it hurts. People are rude. Their rudeness puts us in an awkward position. I just don't get it. I'd love to stay and rant but right now, I am going to fix a big ole drink.