Two cats and a beagle may end up as your sleeping companions.
Ha! I usually have two cats a mini dachshund, a medium sized mutt, and a ginormous sized husband.
Papa's wine will throw you for a loop. It's so damn good, but only slightly less potent than rocket fuel.
My cousin (actually, my dad's cousin's husband) Bo, taught me about moonshine-you cut it with lime koolaide. He caught himself on fire because he couldn't feel his body. (I love the fact that my "cousins" Rita and Bo live in a trailer by the lake and have a courragated metal mailbox that says Borita on it.)
I'm a night owl, Cindy. I normally can't get to sleep before 2 am. This is about the only time I have to catch up with what's on the TiFaux.
Borita!!! Love it.
I used to be a night owl, but lost it a few years back. It's funny to be up so late, tonight. I'm getting eye strain and the headache is ramping back up, so I'm going to sign off now, though. Good night, nice people.
Bo is the one we gravitate to at a family function. He always has liquor in the back of his truck. He also drinks Jack from the bottle and smokes Harley Davidsons, oh and he's thin as a rail and his belt buckle is HUUUUUGE!
I adore that side of the family more than words can tell. We have an extra trailer for comp'ny
Ha! I usually have two cats a mini dachshund, a medium sized mutt, and a ginormous sized husband.
Normally it's just the dog and the husband. Adding the cats leaves no room for me on a queen-size bed. If his parents have the dog, then the cats are on the bed.
My cousin (actually, my dad's cousin's husband) Bo, taught me about moonshine-you cut it with lime koolaide. He caught himself on fire because he couldn't feel his body. (I love the fact that my "cousins" Rita and Bo live in a trailer by the lake and have a courragated metal mailbox that says Borita on it.)
That's awesome. All of it, especially the mailbox. When I was little, he used to cut the wine with Sprite or 7-Up, gradually putting less soda in the older I got. He's made wine all of his life, first with his father, then to serve in his bar in Italy. He even made it the year he busted up his leg on the tractor. The wine press and casks are in the wine cellar below the restaurant. This year he made a merlot, a cabernet, and a Pinot-Chardonnay blend. In years past he's also made a Prosecco.
I really need him to teach me how he does it. If he doesn't, once he's gone, it'll be lost.
I really need him to teach me how he does it. If he doesn't, once he's gone, it'll be lost.
This is why when grandaddy died I only asked for his recipies. I don't need his fishing lures or his knife, but I don't want to live in a world where his teacakes don't exist.
And we will teach your bartenders the way of the Suspended Animation. You have to set the bar
on fire
for it.
I managed to get some laundry put away, and washed Cashmere's Gas n' Sip t-shirt so I can finally get it in the mail to her.
I feel weirdly accomplished for so little done.
G'night!
