Fancy Coffee Friday: Sending Myself to My Room

Once in a while I find myself overcome with the desire to slap everyone and scoff at everything. Today was one of those days. Though the day started normal enough, I found my attitude slipping towards “I hate everyone and everything,” by lunchtime.

I actually said this in response to a Tweet today. via giphy.com

I actually said this in response to a Tweet today.
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I shut off social media, had an early release from work, got some grocery shopping done, picked up Mr. Muse, warned him of my rather prickly mood (he appreciates the warning), stopped off on a quick errand, and we headed for home.

On our errand I declared that I needed water and salt. Really. Don’t ask. But, I grabbed some dry-roasted peanuts and a bottle of water. On the ride home I ate some peanuts and downed some water as told Mr. Muse about all of the irritating things that happened all day long and philosophized about them and how I could have avoided the whole thing altogether.

Irritation Level Code Red changed to more of a yellow hue; and, in hindsight, I probably should have had a bit more sodium today – nutrition is key, kids.

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Walking into the house, we were greeted by our two elderly cats who I snuggled and then all seemed a little bit better with the world. The goats made me laugh, the chickens had a productive day, and I have a “Jose margarita* at my side.

I’m better now.

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*So the other week for National Margarita Day I stopped at the liquor store to pick up some tequila and triple sec. The clerk made the comment, “Oh, you make them from scratch?” After thinking, “Yes, we make them from scratch. Who doesn’t?” I just smiled and said, “Yep”. Here’s the recipe from Jose the waiter at Pancho’s Backyard in Cozumel, Mexico:

Equal parts Tequila, Triple Sec, and lime juice. Shake it over ice. Rim the glass in salt if so desired.

I cheat and use a pint mason jar most of the time. Pour everything in over the ice, screw on a top, shake, remove the top, drink from pint jar. Enjoy.

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About The Amusing Muse

Deep thinker whose mind operates at warped speed. Philosopher pondering the big (and little) things in life. Storyteller. Office Ninja. Model. Teller of bad jokes. User of big words.
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10 Responses to Fancy Coffee Friday: Sending Myself to My Room

  1. Aging cowgirl says:

    Nice that you discovered the problem. Nephew’s trip to the ER was greatly improved by his now daily salt tablet and Gatorade! The cardiologist advised “Kids need salt!” as he shook his head about the school no longer providing salt with the condiments and directing a reduction in it’s use in meals.

    • The doctors still find it unfathomable that I can tell when my electrolytes are off. I’ve told them “it just feels…. weird… “off”” but they won’t hear it. I knew when I started getting hot flashes in Menard’s – salt was needed, and water. Plus, i was craving salt, too. A good sign that I was too low.

  2. divya says:

    Noted. Some salt and Margarita might come to my rescue the next time my tempers hit the ceiling….:)

  3. I love the gifs! Probably because I’ve been them….lol. Thanks for the recipe and mason jar idea!
    I’ve been there with the low salt…weird feeling is right.

    • It’s definitely a very weird, indescribable feeling. I’ve only ever been able to say “it’s… weird” or that “I feel ‘off'”. As soon as I have some salt, or take some electrolyte tablets, I’m right as rain again within a few minutes.

      Glad you love the gifs! I’ve become a bit of a monster about using them. LOL (And mason jars are wonderful for all KINDS of things!)

  4. Now you’ve made me think about cocktails. I’m sure some salt round the edge of the glass would help solve two problems at a single sip

  5. John says:

    That is the PERFECT margarita recipe – and I’ve never done the mason jar approach (though mason jars have become my de-facto wine glasses, so I don’t know why they haven’t).

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