Older, wiser, and mule-ish. I need friends!
I love Moscow mules. Seriously. And I don't particularly want to give them up. I used to be young and ascetic. I ran 70 miles per week, never drank, never ate junk. Then, at 39 I had a kid. Cookies with milk, Mac and cheese, ice cream cones... The good stuff. Now I'm 47. The cookies, the chips, the playtime with a kid…
