I am tired.
And that's about all I have to say.
Maybe you're tired, too.
We could sit and drink mint juleps
and watch the movie version of Matilda,
if you like.
That would be nice.
Or we could drink gin and tonics
and discuss Serious Stuff.
Mr. Potak doesn't seem like the kind of guy
to mess around.
I think he would being doing shots of vodka
while we laze on the porch swing.
He would probably try to talk to us about Serious World Issues
while we try to decide if we're too old
to run through the garden hose.
Hint: you're never too old to run through the garden hose.
I just lost my train of thought.
This next book looks amazing.
I don't know if it's good amazing or bad amazing.
It looks like it would go well with a grasshopper
(the drink, not the bug).
Maybe I should start describing book titles in flavors.
This book looks minty.
And possibly a little prickly.
we all know from the post the other day
that we'd drink brandy with
Danny, the Champion of the World.
And eat pheasant.
And then I'd tell you that,
for some odd reason,
I always associate
Dear Mr. Henshaw
with this book.
No clue why.
Maybe they used to sit next to each other on the shelf?
But, at the end of the day,
if you ask me to watch Matilda again,
I'm going to have to say no.
My little sister practically wore our VHS version of that movie out
as a little kid.
I think I still know it by heart.
And, no offense to Mr. Dahl's story or Mr. De Vito,
but some things you can only see or read so many times.
Let's just have another mint julep and call it a night.