A suburban "martini lounge's" "Grape Fizz" martini that tasted suspiciously like grape Kool Aid (which, by the way, is not a complaint).
A 3 foot long raccoon darting nimbly across my busy street, ducking under my neighbor's house.
A very buxom 17 year old doing an impromptu "jazz dance" routine in the "Tuscan" home decor aisle of a very suburban "home decor" store to the tune of Salt-n-Pepa's classic "Push It." (and yes, every one of those quotation marks is warranted.)
A semi-inebriated 70 year old assuring me (unasked for) that she had "a designated driver," and only "came for the men."
A dead rat on my patio.
Musical Monday: WHITE CHRISTMAS
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Darlings, it’s time once again for our annual Christmas tradition (now in
its 18th year, if you can believe it), the perennial “White Christmas,”
done up...
13 comments:
FANTASTIC
at least it is never boring!
And then what happened?
Fascinating. You need to have a video blog!
someday I might just be the 70 year old.
Sounds like great fun
A semi-inebriated 70 year old assuring me (unasked for) that she had "a designated driver," and only "came for the men."
I have seen my future.
It’s like looking into a crystal ball.
If you're looking that far ahead, dear, it's like looking into Old Knudsen's wrinkly balls!
TJB: I'll just put the kettle on then, shall I?
For some reason, the crystal ball is showing tea bags.
What's fabulous is that all five things are connected. I just haven't figured out how yet.
the dead rat is up to no good and I would be careful.
Well, your dead rat beats my dead bird. My neighborhood is filled with 40-ish women who are quickly on their way to being drunken 70-year-old-women-looking-for-men. Here in Central Pennsylvania, nobody dances anywhere at any time. Except for the drunk women, its dull up here. Perhaps I should take me a bottle into the brand spankin' new Home Depot and do a jig in the aisle.
My only reason for going anywhere is "for the men".
'Push It' is one of the greatest songs ever written.
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