I’m going to stop speaking my plans out loud.
Oh, for ham and hell. Need I remind you people where I was planning on going when Katrina hit?
I’m going to stop speaking my plans out loud.
Oh, for ham and hell. Need I remind you people where I was planning on going when Katrina hit?
Uhm, Boston?
Spring?
Actually, it was me who was in Boston for Katrina.
You can stop fretting now, ya big baby. Enjoy your trip.
Honey, I was going.
Even if I DID have to sit under a brick-laden tarpaulin, I was gonna down some vodka gimlets (neat) on the goldang beach.
I din’t think people drank gimlets anymore. That’s rad.
Shuh, the gimlet is a staple here in the Superior household! It’s the only drink I can count on the kids not screwing up when they are playing “Lounge Bartender” with mommy.
I kid, I kid.
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