Sourpuss – 5:00 Fridays

I’ve been down lately. Not quite fragile but definitely not myself. A friend even noticed at the gym that I looked sad. It’s hard to hide true feelings without the veil of Bobbi Brown concealer and mascara. The fact that the toning class instructor had just made me do 1000 leg lifts didn’t help. There are things going on that make me feel a kaleidoscope of frustration, anger, anxiety, worry, and defeat. I’m having the kind of mom moment that I knew would come with the advent of elementary school. Couple this with the Mama Bear super hero cape that flies behind me, and you’ve got a woman in an emotional pickle.

Pickles are sour.

I’ve been in a sour mood.

In an effort to break this spell, I’m going with the old hair of the dog trick that cures hangovers. I’m sipping something sour in hopes that the universe will reverse my mood once the two sours collide. After all, with a birthday a week away, I can’t afford to get any more wrinkles and lines. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and my unit of measure is a shot.

Sourpuss

1 shot Patron tequila (going straight for the strong stuff)

3 ounces grapefruit juice

splash club soda

large orange wedge

Fill a tall glass with ice. Add tequila and grapefruit juice. Top off with a splash of club soda. Squeeze in the juice from an orange wedge and drop it in. Give it a stir.

Now sit back and tell me all the reasons I should snap out of this mood.