Happy Tuesday, everyone!
On a recent trip to visit several extended Woman At The Bar family members, we came across a rather unsettling discovery as we perused their (otherwise very impressive) home bar: a bottle of blue curacao.
There it was, in all it’s toilet cleaner-colored glory, hobnobbing with the good scotch and a bottle of Grand Marnier, as if it belonged there.
This startling revelation has prompted us to write this article, as a general reminder to all of our readers out there who we love so much:
Please, don’t drink that.