Where did the week go?
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trystinnNo really, I have no idea. *scratch head*
Ran to the Commissary today with Alicia, with yet another market list. Alicia, if you were wondering, you were right - I should have bought more milk! And P.S. the dancing goddess statue you liked at the Exchange was Oshun, I double checked.
And just for fun, today's phone call with Mum while I was at the liquor store:
T: Hiya, Mum, just need to verify - you still drink Hendricks Gin, right?
M: Why yes, yes I do. How on earth do you remember that? *completely amazed*
T: That's sort of what I do, Mum. What type of Vermouth do you like?
M: Oh anything is fine, honey, your father and I aren't that picky. It's so wonderful that you're already thinking of us.
T: So Gallo Vermouth? *teasing*
M: Absolutely not! *sounding horrified*
T: Martini & Rossi? *eye rolling*
M: Yes, but only a very small bottle or you'll have it forever! Now, what are you paying for Hendricks, I don't want you buying retail for us.
T: About thirty for the standard bottle.
M: Oh well, that's fine, then. *completely relieved*
T: It's still Spanish olives?
M: Why yes, but just pimentos, nothing silly like stuffed with almonds or anything.
T: Check, standard martini olives. Gotcha. With lots of olive juice because you like your martinis dirty.
M: I just don't know how you remember all this. *perplexed*
Alicia has met my folks, she understands. Poor dear.
FYI: I worked my way through college bar tending. I could tell you the regular drinks of nearly everyone in my very Irish family at the drop of a hat. Then there's all those memory workshops, subliminal memory builder tapes, etc. Mum had me go through as a kid. Some days I think she cries herself to sleep wondering why I'm not working for some government think tank. Sorry, Mum, too busy practicing witchcraft! Speaking of which, yes, I promise an occult-related post this weekend *cross both my hearts*.
Ran to the Commissary today with Alicia, with yet another market list. Alicia, if you were wondering, you were right - I should have bought more milk! And P.S. the dancing goddess statue you liked at the Exchange was Oshun, I double checked.
And just for fun, today's phone call with Mum while I was at the liquor store:
T: Hiya, Mum, just need to verify - you still drink Hendricks Gin, right?
M: Why yes, yes I do. How on earth do you remember that? *completely amazed*
T: That's sort of what I do, Mum. What type of Vermouth do you like?
M: Oh anything is fine, honey, your father and I aren't that picky. It's so wonderful that you're already thinking of us.
T: So Gallo Vermouth? *teasing*
M: Absolutely not! *sounding horrified*
T: Martini & Rossi? *eye rolling*
M: Yes, but only a very small bottle or you'll have it forever! Now, what are you paying for Hendricks, I don't want you buying retail for us.
T: About thirty for the standard bottle.
M: Oh well, that's fine, then. *completely relieved*
T: It's still Spanish olives?
M: Why yes, but just pimentos, nothing silly like stuffed with almonds or anything.
T: Check, standard martini olives. Gotcha. With lots of olive juice because you like your martinis dirty.
M: I just don't know how you remember all this. *perplexed*
Alicia has met my folks, she understands. Poor dear.
FYI: I worked my way through college bar tending. I could tell you the regular drinks of nearly everyone in my very Irish family at the drop of a hat. Then there's all those memory workshops, subliminal memory builder tapes, etc. Mum had me go through as a kid. Some days I think she cries herself to sleep wondering why I'm not working for some government think tank. Sorry, Mum, too busy practicing witchcraft! Speaking of which, yes, I promise an occult-related post this weekend *cross both my hearts*.
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