When Kim (a member of the Dream Team) texted me and asked if I wanted a fruity drink last night (and she was buying them) I graciously accepted her offer and when she arrived with margaritas called “Stinky Gringo” and bottles of “Kinky” liqueur, I knew that it was going to be a good night. Only Kim Payne could go to Hy-Vee to get Jose Cuervo and end up with Kinky liqueur and Stinky Gringos. I adore that.The day had been a brutal one. The U.S. Women lost a heart-breaker to Japan, it was probably about 1000 degrees outside and I had not only mowed but ran two miles in the sweltering heat. In response, I spent about 45 minutes laying directly on my air conditioning vent like a dog in my sports bra and shorts pouring water over my head and having my four year old walk on my back to get the knots out.
