While I am waiting for the ice cubes to freeze
I wanted to make myself a Bloody Mary tonight, a really spicy one, low on vodka high on pepper. Got Worcestershire sauce, tomato juice, pepper and of course vodka… All ready only to discover – DAMN – no ice cubes… I filled a couple of trays and am waiting for them to freeze…
Saturday is the worst TV night known to man so I really need that Bloody Mary.. come on and FREEZE… no one wants a tepid Bloody Mary..
I have been thinking of my last post, and I was pretty unfair to some of the men that I dated. Not all of them were smelly, warty frogs (or toads), actually most of them were decent guys who were just not right for me. I apologize.
However, those of you who had crappy intentions, I curse you with uncontrollable flatulence and rectal leakage – may you break wind in your most important meeting and shit yourself at your finest hour.
While I have given up on the dating for the moment, I am hopeful that I will not end up as the lonely cat woman (having no cats at the moment, am certainly off to a good start). What I am a bit concerned about is that I am turning into a mean old fart, I sent an email to the board of my apt. building complaining about the French Horn playing neighbor. After I sent the email I got a bit embarrased, but, I figure complaining is much better than going “postal” and shoving that French Horn where the sun don’t shine; taking pictures, posting on the net as a warning to all future horn playing neighbors.
Time to check on those cubes..
