Ah. It’s the magic hour of 8 p.m. The hour when my 3-year-old Big-Eyed Boy goes to bed. The hour when my 12-year-old Queen-in-Training finally gets to turn on the t.v. for the first time all day. The hour when Hubby disappears to the den to watch the Star Trek episode he taped earlier in the day. The hour when I get to disappear to the lanai with my laptop or a book and get at least 30 minutes of pure privacy before the Queen-In-Training’s show ends and the Big-Eyed Boy wants another glass of water and Hubby has watched the entire episode by speeding through commercials.

Tonight, the next 30 minutes of pure bliss and free-flowing martinis are brought to you by De Doc, who holds two grand distinctions here at EV. First, he sent me a wonderful 5-piece Martini Set from my Wish List and, therefore, tonight’s martinis are being consumed in his honor. Second, because he really is a doc, he’s also the only man in the blogosphere who stands a chance of performing a full pelvic exam on yours truly.

Here’s mud in your eye.