Once upon a time, Thursday night meant scoping out the best happy hour. While I hope my happy hour days aren't over forever, things are different.
With the Olympic trials on in the background, I'm watching both my family and my pan-fried trout with a (small) glass of pinot gris in hand. I can see my husband keeping one eye on the trials as he plays with Birdie who is babbling happily to the parrot dangling in her play gym.
This is a happy hour indeed but I didn't know it would be this wonderful.
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