Well, isn’t this quite a pickle?
Ok, yeah, that was bad. I expect more from myself in this space than cringe-worthy puns and dad jokes. But you have to admit, I kind of had to do it.
It’s crazy to think it’s been three weeks since the kids stopped going to school and the outside world basically ground to a stand-still save for groceries, pharmacies, liquor stores, and pizza places. Fun fact, based on the struggle I had finding a place to get pizza tonight that wasn’t quoting more than an hour for carry-out, apparently pizza is on track to soon become the standard currency in the United States. I might have to go stock up on Totino’s and hide them in the mattress.
Anyway, here’s to Day 21. To celebrate our 21st day separated together, I’m thinking we should drink some beer and follow that up with a bunch of shots. On the other hand, I’m not sure I want to be hungover and socially distancing at the same time. Maybe we’ll wait and act like we’re 21 again the first day this is all over.
Have yourself a great evening, kids, whatever you end up doing.
Just promise me you’ll go light on pickle puns.
Pud’n
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