It was a warm Sunday afternoon and my mom and I were outside enjoying the sunshine. The boys were riding their bikes and we decided that it would be a good time for a margarita. As if we really needed a reason for a margarita. The evening progressed, the boys were playing, the sun was dipping on the horizon, we kept refilling our margaritas. We might have drunk ordered some pizza. Our evening was grand, we were happy! Suddenly, my little Honey kitty came running up from the other side of our property carrying a gopher. We all cheered for her! I’ve written about our gophers before and how they are a huge problem and I detest them. DETEST. So Honey was playing with her gopher, it was really giving her a run for her money. We were all cheering, the kids gathered around to watch as if it was a Colosseum match to the death. We toasted the gopher and his sacrifice. But then the...

