I've nowt to nip in the house, and I'm right off the wagon. Perhaps I should pop by the liquor store. By the way, I've had hemmies before. But I've moved on and no complaints.
...my usual hypo-glycemic offering..."King Cobra." If everything works out as planned, I'll be dead in 3 months.......well, maybe 6.
Life is a crazy crapshoot of hilarity, craziness, and some minimal sort of morality/responsibility. I can't figure it out............kinda' like a taco salad. And don't ask the waitress what's in it.
Well, just back from my Dublin trip to be met by a tasty curry! Very nice welcome. ;o))
I had two days of heavy drinking and found a couple of Irish craft ales that were super. Franciscan Well Chieftain IPA is the best IPA I have EVER tasted!
This evening, I will have a small glass of Scotch to join in the RFM Friday night party!
So, folks what are YOU drinking tonight? Please share! ;o))
So he needs to have it screwed (literally) back together. It's going to be 2 month (minimum) recovery time and there's no guarantee he won't have a limp.
If he does have to walk with a cane, I'm buying him a cane with a hidden sword. :)
He just not the guy that talks about his feelings, emotional or physical, except in rare moments. It's both lovely and irritating. It's a rare gem when he tells me "something," though.
Ice water with white specks in it. You know how sometimes the ice cubes go bad and the hard water separates out into those little white flakes that swirl around and sink to the bottom of the glass?