That's what I just left in the bowl. With a topping of Dill Weed and Parsley Flakes, floating on the water, for accent.
Nat is serenading me with 'my favorite song', via her Barbie guitar. Please, just kill me now...
I am getting a twitch.
The wife is off, either laving some lad's balls with her willing, eager tongue, or at prayer meeting with the ladies. Once you set them loose, all you can hope is that they don't go out and roll in something dead, and then bring it back and track it all over the house.
Today, there was no terrorism. Simply a misunderstanding, don't you know. Three Arabs at a major port, nothing to see here, move along...
Hey, look! Tornadoes!
I am out of egg nog, and cheap brandy needs nog for a buffer, dammit. And wow, that rub on pain killer, not the headache one, the ass-ache one, well, seems to work. Wonder if it could give kids Reye's Syndrome? What, you give your kids aspirin? Sucks to be you...
Well, must go watch AFV with the nippers. Drink more. Pass out at some point. Hopefully after the kids are asleep.