I love my bar.
It’s not fancy. And it’s actually a bookshelf that I’ve turned into my bar. But I love it just the same.
There’s something about seeing row after row of liquor that puts a smile on my face (and a grimace on my liver).
Last night Jay got into my notebook that I’ve been putting my drink recipes in and he tried a few. His favorite seems to be the Cherry Cordial. But today he is feeling the effects of his over indulgence. Is it wrong that I get some pleasure out of my honey being hungover from my drinks? Though I didn’t mix them myself, t








