I went out and bought a bottle of whiskey for meself, and some beer for mom. Dude in front of me in line was SCREAMING about having to use his phone number to get his discount. He turned and called me something nasty in Spanish, so I told him he's lucky I don't speak Spanish. That spooked him, he shut up and finished his transaction. Like I heard your tone just fine, shitbag. I know you weren't complimenting my sweatshirt.
And my little joke for the teller that I was buying Christmas cheer and Christmas beer felt flat, but she actually had a question about the whiskey, so I got to tell her it's less sour than Jack Daniels, and it's half the price.
Still wouldn't recommend it to others. (Evan Williams) Well booze at best.
Thank you for your thoughts Bea, we didn't have a tree here, but I'll certainly be warm soon. heh.
Now if my neighbors would just die or loose electricity, that would be grand. That Oompha oompha music might sound great at about half volume, and if this was a Mexican food restaurant, and not, you know, an apartment building where you have neighbors.
Roomie has bravely stated if they've not wrapped it up by nine, he'll give them what for. He won't, but it's funny to hear him say it.
We had Christmas nachos. Pretty easy recipe, I'll pop it over in food. Nothing truly seasonal about them, but it is Christmas time.
