Top o' the mornin' before we all turn green! I may not be an Irish woman, but I sure can drink like one. And I'm hoping you gain the luck of the Irish as you read this week's Deep Thoughts Thursday with The Boozy Weathergirl.
1
For the past couple of months, I've been trying to ditch my mouse and just use the touchpad on my laptop. I can't do it, dammit. I simply need a mouse to be productive.
2
I went to a bar and met a man who was dressed like Davey Crockett. I told him he musket me a drink.
3
This past weekend, we celebrated my sister's birthday at a nice restaurant in her new town. We went to a few bars beforehand, and my other sister coined this as the "prestaurant," or pre-restaurant, period. And I liked that enough to try and make it a thing by sharing it here.
4
While we were prestauranting, The Pina Colada Song came on the radio. I know this is a fan favorite, and I do enjoy the song. But it's pretty fucked up to think that some guy was sick of his wife, so he puts an ad about it in the paper, which then entices said wife to answer the classified and then everything is fine? I would DESTROY my husband if I showed up to meet some stranger who was going to save me from my sad existence, and then found out it was actually my husband trying to cheat on me. Makes no difference that I was doing the same thing. He started it.
5
Speaking of this song playing, who the hell is in charge of acoustic checks at restaurants? Like, shouldn't there be a course in architectural design that teaches people how to make a social space where people can actually hear each other? I'm not at a rock concert. I came to dinner to have discussions with my family and friends.
6
If you wonder why I am not exactly a strict rule follower, this should sum it up for you. After dinner, I was in the car with my parents, and we stopped at a red light. My mom looks at the sign next to the stoplight and goes, "it says there is no turn on red. That doesn't mean you can't go straight." Thinking we're going to revoke her license sooner than later.
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I do keep notes all week, every week, so that I can write this crap for you. So, it gives me a real chuckle when I write something like, "french fries are like people," after having a few too many cocktails, and I can't remember for the life of me where I was going with this thought.
8
I recently read that Gwenyth Paltrow has been employing a procedure called rectal ozone therapy, where they apparently crank gas into your colon to help with chronic illnesses. Personally, I think this is just Hollywood's way of promoting what they already know - how to blow smoke up your own ass!
9
I drove by a house the other day and saw a satellite dish attached to the roof. Does anyone seriously use a satellite dish anymore for TV reception? If so, do they also have an antenna on the TV inside the house too? The things are a total eyesore. They must drive down property value. Why doesn't someone at the cable company start a side biz and make money removing these them?
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Replying by saying, "to each his own," is just a passive-aggressive way of saying, "I think your choice sucks," no?
Most of America will pretend to be Irish tomorrow so they can drink to excess without guilt. Especially since the holiday of hangovers falls on a Friday this year! This link provides some awesome recipes to try out tomorrow or anytime you feel the short red head inside you dying to come out. Pay special attention to the adorable Shamrock Shake Shot I highlighted in the picture. I sampled something similar this weekend, and it was like Mickey D's version on crack!
Shake it, shake it, baby!
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