Did you do some day drinkin’ or something cause you are being super silly now. This is all very self serving, I want her daughter to grow up healthy and well fed, that way she will be able to pay attention in school and grow up and get good jobs to help pay for my retirement.
Humpf!
I’ve gone to the beach then stopped off for solo drinks & dinner on the way home. I’ve now had an inadvertently mango mojito, an ordinary mojito, and most of a large serving of Cab Sauv. And a fish dip app w pita & jalapeños, and a churrasco, chimichurri, & fries.
So happily satisfied in all eatin’ n’ drinkin’ respects. Shame about the wimmin. Sigh
It is sad, but the most important part of the story is that I am not throwing half bags of rotten produce into the trash anymore. I hate food waste!
I’ve never had a mango mojito, how was it? I once found a bottle of almond flavored champers and that made the most amazing mojitos ever.
I’m currently enjoying decaf with cream de caramel and hand whipped cream.
Howdy Y’all! As foretold we were useless RDOS today. A couple of tstorms happened durin’ the afternoon. We watched them whilst day drinkin’ on the back porch. Fortunately the storms happened later enough in the day to affect the protests. They didn’t affect nappage as well. Feelin’ like it might be sleepy time soon. Sinuses have been botherin’ me a little bit today, so I may sleep with Ben.
There are many tropical variations on mojitos down here: mango, pineapple, coconut, guava, and of course boring old strawberry, blackberry, & watermelon.
IMO they all defeat the elemental and wonderfully balanced combo of lime & mint. They’re sweet, tasty, and refreshing. … and something that’s a mojito only in name.
Like calling anything in a conical glass a “martini”. Nope.
Kinda like putting coke in margaritas. 
My gawd, you do live in the 3rd World. Shudder!
Up from naptime, having a Sazarac and watching hockey. Spot is off being cat and mysterious.
Depends whether it’s Mexican or Colombian. 
Don’t worry, it won’t hurt your street cred.
And good evening all. Soccer is done for the day, my second game (from 11:30-12:30) was a Jekyll-Hyde time, it must have rained and then was sunny at least 4 times each in less than an hour. Came home to dry out both my uniform and me and went back to do my 5:15pm game, which, despite doomsday weather forecasts went off without a hitch. Then it rained some more coming home, so I think I will stay put for the rest of the evening. My first game tomorrow is at 8:45am, so will be an early-bird to bed tonight. Temperature is down to 73F so the rain did cool things down a bit.
And now to perform the evening scrolling…
FCM, I knew you would get that reference. And some nice pics there, thank you. Given the events of today, I also remember the line at the end of that song in 1776…
Unnamed Representative: Will someone shut that man up?
John Adams: Never! Never!
Taters, I really need to do that work around my house too..once I am back from vacation…
JtC, glad things went well and your tacos were a hit. And such happy news about your eyes! And maybe your not a saint, but you are a damn fine person I am prod to know.
Oopsie, glad they freed up the frozen loot, that was a nice thing to do. As was putting more aids out for Bailey.
And that’s all for now, don’t know if I’ll get back for a late-night final or not, so have a good evening all.
Fixed that a few minutes later.
The bartender here is a self-proclaimed 50 yo Jamaican lady. Of comfortable proportions, but very sweet, cute, and personable. She got married for the first time of her life on Monday. She is glowing like a 18yo. So cute. Makes me so happy to see somebody that happy. We were sharing wedding pix. Her new man is a serious hunk and maybe 40. You go girl!
Anyhow I was admiring her roster of bridesmaids and asked if any of them were low on men able to keep them happy. Next you know she dials her phone and hands it to me. Oh Shit!
We’ll see what happens next.
Meantime GF is out with her three besties at a place near their residences known as a pickup joint for rich guys. All three of the others are at least semi-hot if not seriously hot, unattached, and hungrily looking. I have nothing to worry about. Riiiight.
Geese and ganders both like sauce.
Neither, which was the worse part!
Or hers either. I’m always all “Oh, I’m so happy to see you, does your little girl like watermelon? I have half of one we can’t eat and I just hate to throw food away!”
I know I was pushing it with the chicken, but she’s never been inside our home and doesn’t know how much freezer space I have.
I’ll do what I can to feed kids (I know you guys all remember me spending so much time each week giving surplus produce away) but I certainly don’t have your patience or endurance. Teaching young people to love sports and exercise also helps them grow up healthy and able to work and pay for our retirement.
You never know unless you ask!
Back in my floozy days, a couple of friends and I went to the USMC senior officers club to have drinks and look at men. Less than a drink later, a Master Sgt in uniform came staggering up to our table and asked if any of us lovely ladies would like to have a sleazy one night stand with a married man.
One of my friends stood up with her drink in her hand, swallowed it down, grabbed her purse and said “I’d love to!” and off they went.
I’m reminded of an apocryphal story about a guy who preferred the barstool next to the entrance to the bathrooms. He’d proposition 100% of the women on the way out. Had some “interesting” experiences, but never went home alone. Or so the story had it.
As I’ve said so often, I’m living now the life I never had as a teen or 20-something. I’m not claiming any skill nor any particular success, but it is a wild ride for a fogey. 'Bout damned time!
That was smart. He wasn’t risking getting a drink thrown in his face and was able to see who had been crying and who had freshened up her lipstick. Once it worked the first time, he knew that he might get slapped a hundred times, but he would probably still get laid that night.
Men/boys take to positive reinforcement very well. I learned that back when I was in high school and complimented a boy on his shirt. He wore it every day that week.
You are sowing your wild oats at a great time in your life. No risk of becoming an accidental father and you have a much larger pool of single/widowed women around than you did back when you blushed if you accidently saw down someones blouse.
You know what I miss? Mouse balls. I loved cleaning mouse balls. It was best when you get the gunk on one of the rollers inside off in one piece, like a little belt. And that smooth rolling feeling after a week of brrrrrr-brrrrrr every time you moved across your mouse pad. Oh man … I’m telling you, those were the days.
Just so you know…I’ve shared this with some of my fellow objectors. It might happen.
As I’ve said in other contexts …
Back when I was 20 my acceptable age range in lady company was 18 to 22. Now that I’m 66 it’s 12 to 77. My odds are soooo much better!
But seriously, yeah. It’s summer vacation again, but this time with a driver’s license and a credit card. And it lasts a lot longer than 2-1/2 months. Yee haaww!!1!
We went to the No Kings rally, then went for Mexican food. It seems the drinks are stonger on Saturday.
That made me actually laugh, not just a LOL.
Happy B-day, ckppertone.
I managed to get the back and side lawns mowed, didn’t feel up to doing the front. My back is barking at me.
When we think of protests, we always think of Father Ted. In one episode, Father Dougal has a sign that says ‘Careful, now’, and Father Ted has a sign that says ‘Down with this sort of thing’. We’ve decided not to go to church tomorrow, and break out the Father Ted DVDs for a binge-watch,
I’m upset that Trump is making Mrs. L.A. cry. I’ve been at this for 40+ years. She’s pretty new to protests.
Anyway, it will be nice to watch comfort videos.
