Courtney
Before having kids, I had this little “problem”. Whenever I was out at a bar or a restaurant, I never knew what to order. My husband was all too familiar with the pathetic glance I’d send his way, secretly begging for assistance. He was not sympathetic. Over ten years out of highschool, I should have known what I liked to drink at that point. All of my girlfriends had carefully pegged their...
