And no, not the alcohol induced fun happy hour.
Sure I like getting hammered on discounted overpriced drinks on a patio as much as the next girl.
I'm talking about the happy hour I like to call, my lunch break.
It was amazing.
I went shopping.
Without kids or a nagging husband.
I scored free stuff with coupons at one of my favorite stores.
And enjoyed the best iced coffee of my life today.
And they got my name right. I was not April or even an Amber.
Yeah for being me.