Ouch, that has got to hurt.
I've had a strange day. Part good, part not so good.
I need some wine.
I've had a strange day. Part good, part not so good.
I need some wine.
I have done house chores and now work beckons, but all I really want to do is curl up with a book.
So! Coffee on the house!
Are you one of the golden oldies with whom we can chat?
*shakes can of gold spray paint*
We can fix at least one part of that, bos.
He might like to be tungsten-colored.
This would probably bring out my eyes better, yes.
For the record, tonight's drink of choice is chocolate milk.
And there's nothing else in it but milk and chocolate syrup.
Honest.
I am drinking now.
For those of you keeping track at home.
*adds another black mark to the calendar of Nights Bos Was Drinking And Didn't Share*
Slainte!
Okay, I know what this means, but how the ever-living heck do I pronounce it?
I really gotta learn Gaelic one of these days.
Hey, I learned a new Gaelic word!Slainte - pronunciation: Slan-CHA
If that's not quite clear: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZMBvqosoGI
*Raises coffee cup from behind newspaper.*Hello all newcomers and thanks to everyone who welcomed me!
Afraid I can't stay--just hopped in for a quick Car Bomb shot to put a little hair on my chest for the day's rollickin' adventures awaiting me in the real world.
But here's a toast to all of you:
...
...
...Cheers!
(I'm trying to keep it clean, here.)
Keep your chins up and, "don't take any guff from these swine."
I know what it says above the door, but honestly, I've never been entirely comfortable with that term.