So when H and I were dating we lived in South Beach. We had a bunch of those massive bubba keg things, so BRILLIANTLY I decided that putting 12 landsharks in it was a good idea. After having had some rum. We walk to the beach, and we're just laying on towels and people watching and making up stories about how "She must be the princess of boobietown", etc.
I'm thirsty, lying in the sun and giggling will take it out of you. So I'm gulping this beer and looked up, and realised that the hotel behind us had a observation deck with palm trees on it. I freaked, and kept asking WHY WERE TREES ON THE ROOF OMG ELEVENTYWTFBBQ?!?!?!?! I was asking random strangers how the trees got there.
Post by harvestmoon on Feb 1, 2015 13:27:52 GMT -5
I'm contemplating how beer #2 might go over after just having tomato bisque for lunch. I should probably dig up some more food before resuming drinking.
DD just played in the snow for about an hour, so she's snuggled up watching Doc McStuffins. We are having the perfect snowy Sunday.
I'm on mimosa number one. I've been sipping at it for over an hour. I had to take a break to do a few things around the house and eat an english muffin with butter and some goldfish grahams. Since I only had protein & fat for breakfast I decided some carbs were in order. To soak up the booze ofc.
In the meantime I had a bowl of white bean and chicken chili with roasted poblano pepper for lunch, since H made the both chilis yesterday and we cancelled our party later (blizzard conditions this afternoon/tonight).
I'm still going to make the buffalo chicken dip. H was like, Since we are homebound I'm going to eat both chilis (he also made a chipotle beef chili) for lunch and dinner, and drink my beers and sit in my farts. Okay, dude.
Post by bennyandthejets13 on Feb 1, 2015 13:52:11 GMT -5
One of my childless friends just posted one of those visual dilation charts on fb and said that's why she doesn't have kids cause "she'd rather keep it tight". Wtf?? I commented back "bitch fuck you it goes back". People are weird.
Also, I noticed a pack of smirnoff mixed drinks that are moscow mule flavored. Obviously lower alcohol content than the real deal but oh well. I really want to buy them! I know it won't be the same as a real one but I'm too lazy to buy the ingredients and make it myself.
One of my childless friends just posted one of those visual dilation charts on fb and said that's why she doesn't have kids cause "she'd rather keep it tight". Wtf?? I commented back "bitch fuck you it goes back". People are weird.
My parents are having church people over for a sb party. Ugh. I'll be hiding upstairs watching tv. It's my day off, dammit! No forced socializing with people I don't like. This is when it sucks living here.
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