I know you are really a margarita girl, but we were thinking of you when we were drinking straight tequila on Saturday night. I mean, I was thinking of you while Mom and Dad were drinking tequila. I am still underage so they won't let me have any. Party poopers. Dad drank a whole little bottle of this coffee flavored tequila, which, by the way, you should try after dinner sometime, and then Mom put flowers in it the next morning when she had a "Martha Moment."