Remember when this was a knitting blog? Me neither. Hem. I do have two sweet projects that I WILL block tonight and share soon, but in the meantime, my warped sense of humor is delighting in Ash Wednesday falling on Margarita Day, or vice versa.
To continue the irony, the drinkers among you will find it entertaining that the gal who only sips white wine loves a GOOD ‘rita on the rocks. John Anderson’s Straight Tequila Night was an instant favorite the moment I heard it, even if the only parts that are true for me are the bits about sipping white wine most of the time and the generalization that she’s also a tequila girl. I stopped doing shots of tequila long ago, but there’s still a place in my heart for a top-shelf margarita on the rocks, easy on the salt, extra lime.
Does anyone else’s mind get carried away with the word association game, set to music? Joe Nichols’ Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off is dancing through my head now, although that one’s not too true for me either. Heck, I rarely kick out of my shoes unless I’m at home, the airport or the beach. I love being barefoot, but I’m also a little uptight about what else might have been where I need to walk. (No, you don’t really want to be in the TSA line with me. Only a few girlfriends of old, the ones on my last trip to Chicago, have seen what happens when I don’t feel safe putting my little piggies on the floor at Dulles… I love them all for their buttoned lips.)
Back to the first dose of irony… Anyone else like Miranda Lambert’s Heart Like Mine?
Between yesterday’s beads and today’s booze, I feel I’m having some sort of flashback to my early 20s, which inspires me to channel Larry the Cable Guy and say, “Lord, I apologize…” There are plenty of others I should apologize to as well…
What are you still apologizing for today?