A Drunk Driving Trifecta
That apple was already fermented when it fell from the tree.
Bourbon! I could have some right now. And the kind in the picture is my favorite!
Color me completely unsurprised by the turned-on homophobes. Which iPhone keeps trying to connect to homophones.
So, I love this story about summer haircuts especially because look at her: [link] By which I mean, she is totally a responsible-looking Member of Society, but she still totally thinks summer is for drinking too much and dating drummers in her head.
she is totally a responsible-looking Member of Society, but she still totally thinks summer is for drinking too much and dating drummers in her head.
I heard her commentary yesterday and thought it was hilarious!
And it made me wish that I could do short hair!
I would also call out the semiotics part of that.
I don't want my hair any shorter at the moment, but I might do some extra shots at some point this summer....
Reminder to self. Do. Not. Drink. Bubbles. Bubbles make your tummy unhappy. It doesn't matter that it is THE PERFECT DAY for a root beer float and that free root beer floats were available.
No love,
Your tummy
Bubbles make your tummy unhappy.
Oh, yeah. When I met some of the Chicagoistas on April Fools Day, I ordered a root beer (we were at a brewpub--I had to get something that they make there!), but it took me three hours to drink 10 oz. of the stuff (which was very tasty). That was the only carbonation I've had since Thanksgiving.
I need to get my haircut and I have been debating whether to go serious and professional or fun, and that story is tipping the scales towards fun. Also, I am tempted to live breezily on red wine and baguettes.