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.

I have got to go to SF if only to hang with juliana. Seriously.

Seriously.

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!

Oh, people are talking FNL in here: yes, Tim made me cry -- and somebody (possibly at TWOP) pointed out that Connie Britton played Jack Bauer's gf at the beginning of Day 5. She was so totally forgettable in that role -- and she just ROCKS as Tami Taylor. It's amazing.

slowly coming down off the ledge with my cricket bat.

I think it's totally cool that you're using a cricket bat.

You do know what one is, right?

I have been RL pissy with meatspace people, because I was forced to teach with a migraine. Very "you guys know what you're supposed to be doing, right? Then why aren't you? Fix it." snappish. I let my pissy pedant roam free throughout the room.

Made me feel better, and I think a couple people learnt some things.

So, is anyone up? My lungs are making icky goopy noises when I cough. I suspect this means that instead of going to work in the morning, I'm going to Kaiser urgent care.

Bah.

I'm up. Self-induced insomnia, what with the Torchwood and the not getting to see my shows and the general anxiety.

Sorry about the bleayuck. Urgent care is probably a good idea. You want to get that taken care of.