Dear Reader (who doesn’t love a good Taylor Swift reference from the jump?! IYKYK🎶),
I’m writing to let you know that this week, I’m taking a much-needed break from my column. “A break already?!“, you cry – simmer down! True, I only returned from “holiday” three weeks ago, but between Mass in the Grass and the massive hay fever that followed, I’m dictating this through watery eyes and a nose redder than altar wine. Don’t even get me started on the mosquito bites—I’m keeping the hydrocortisone industry afloat single-handedly.
As Mr. Holley says, we’ve officially entered “our normal phase”—translation: the honeymoon is over, the germs are back, and your darling little angels are as sneezy and snotty as ever. And while I do love them, let’s be honest… they’re G.R.O.S.S. (Bless their hearts.) While I blamed it on allergies earlier, I’m fairly certain I’ve caught a cold straight from the hallowed halls of SMOS.
So, I’ve decided to kick off the Dine Out event early for myself—seeking “medical attention” at Wild Olive, starting immediately. And yes, I know it’s only 12:10, but it’s five o’clock somewhere. 🍷
I’ll be back next week, ready to take your questions and dispense the impeccable wisdom you so clearly need. Until then, wish me luck—and maybe pass me a tissue. Cheers!
— Maggie