Happy Hour and A Rhubarb Ginger Fizz

So. It’s five o’clock somewhere. Besides, you’re going to love this cocktail.

Oh stop, I’m making one for both of us. I’d originally planned to bake you a rhubarb cake. It’s got this dreamy lemon ginger filling and a brown sugar glaze.

Sorry! Well, I can still make it for you. It’s just that I thought you needed a cocktail more than you needed a cake.

Stop it. I didn’t say you were fat. What I said is that you need a cocktail. You’re little high strung lately that’s all.

I’m not judging you. Who wouldn’t be high strung if they were in your shoes? Seriously, I don’t know how you do it. You’ve had a lousy go of it these last six months. Okay, so here, try this and tell me what you think.

See? I told you.

No, I’m not always right. Just ask Greg. I wish…I wish I could do more for you. It’s hard to stand by and watch what you’re going through and not be able to help. I want so much to help you, to take care of you. It’s easy to see that you’re coming up dead last on your very long list.

Yes, I know. You’ll be fine. You’re always fine.

It’s rhubarb schnapps with a muddled strawberry. Oh and a little fresh ginger. Are you changing the subject?

Okay, I know, I’ll stop. It’s just that–I love you.