Throughout nearly all of 2003 and well into 2004, I would sit on a barstool for an hour almost every Sunday afternoon, nurse a pint, and enjoy a good conversation with the bartender, Jimmy. Not just any bartender--
my bartender. The perfect bartender, and I'm not kidding. Then he up and leaves me. Not for another bar, mind you--for another profession. The
bastard! I spent the latter half of 2004, nursing pints all through the tri-county area, in a desperate attempt to find a replacement for Jimmy. I gave up around Christmas.
sigh I really enjoy scrounging through junk shops, the junkier, the better. My kids like it as well, so I generally take one or two of them with me--occasionally all five of us will go.
I really enjoy scrounging through junk shops, the junkier, the better.
Cause you never know what your gonna find.... I love them myself..
My indulgence is reading, you name the author I have most more than likely read at least one book
but as I hang my head in shame, my favorite reads are trashy romance novels, the trashier, the better
Cheap red wine with Diet 7-up. Naps with the baby. Terrible romance novels. The Complete Works of Thomas Sowell ...
I could go on, but Bill is making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with marshmallow whip in the kitchen, and I'm afraid we may have to power-wash if he's not supervised :-).