An Entertaining Drink & Another En-Lightening Story
Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!
The party week has come to a close and I'm resting up for the next round this week, which will not be at my home. I just get to go and enjoy myself.
Here's a little holiday hint for you--when I invite people in I like to serve champagne as a welcome to accompany appetizers. In spring and summer I've been known to add fresh strawberries or blueberries to the glasses. In fall and winter I drop 5-6 Craisins, sweetened dried cranberries, into the bottom of the glass and fill with champagne. The cranberries begin to rise with the bubbles to the surface then drop back to the bottom only to rise again like a Lava Lamp. It's very entertaining, pretty and tasty, too. Give it a try.
The DH had another round of @#$%!"+ freaking Christmas lights yesterday. The very end string of the random twinkling lights on the eaves went out in two foot sections. The DH got on the ladder while I stayed on the ground handing up tiny lights as needed. He couldn't get the bulbs out or in. Oh, was that fun. Finally, he got one section to work but the end part refused to comply. The clever lad pulled the whole mess taut and bunched up the dead part three inches from the end of the eave and called it good. He also proclaimed that the entire string would be going into the trash on December 26.
Earlier in the day when we were out walking the Airedale we passed a house where a single string of icicle lights where swagged from one corner of the eave to barely droop over the the door. I smugly said to the DH that the guy who threw those up in two seconds on the available nails had probably said to the wife, "Yeah, the f-ing Christmas are up!" and climbed back in his slackass recliner to watch the game over the top of a tallboy.
Then we get home, plug in our lights and the #$@%#^&& things aren't working--just taunting us that time and money thrown at something aren't necessarily worth it. Well, we don't have any slackass recliners to repair to enjoy a beverage, but I do buy those 1.5 liter Yellow Tail Chardonnay and our new family room furniture is proving to be quite comfortable. Even the Airedale has now decided to ooze upon the settee when she thinks we aren't looking. And after 1.5 liter of Chardonnay who cares about the naughty boots on the ultra suede or the #@$%^&& non twinkling Christmas lights?
Ciao, ciao, Mmmmmmmmmmmelinda
The party week has come to a close and I'm resting up for the next round this week, which will not be at my home. I just get to go and enjoy myself.
Here's a little holiday hint for you--when I invite people in I like to serve champagne as a welcome to accompany appetizers. In spring and summer I've been known to add fresh strawberries or blueberries to the glasses. In fall and winter I drop 5-6 Craisins, sweetened dried cranberries, into the bottom of the glass and fill with champagne. The cranberries begin to rise with the bubbles to the surface then drop back to the bottom only to rise again like a Lava Lamp. It's very entertaining, pretty and tasty, too. Give it a try.
The DH had another round of @#$%!"+ freaking Christmas lights yesterday. The very end string of the random twinkling lights on the eaves went out in two foot sections. The DH got on the ladder while I stayed on the ground handing up tiny lights as needed. He couldn't get the bulbs out or in. Oh, was that fun. Finally, he got one section to work but the end part refused to comply. The clever lad pulled the whole mess taut and bunched up the dead part three inches from the end of the eave and called it good. He also proclaimed that the entire string would be going into the trash on December 26.
Earlier in the day when we were out walking the Airedale we passed a house where a single string of icicle lights where swagged from one corner of the eave to barely droop over the the door. I smugly said to the DH that the guy who threw those up in two seconds on the available nails had probably said to the wife, "Yeah, the f-ing Christmas are up!" and climbed back in his slackass recliner to watch the game over the top of a tallboy.
Then we get home, plug in our lights and the #$@%#^&& things aren't working--just taunting us that time and money thrown at something aren't necessarily worth it. Well, we don't have any slackass recliners to repair to enjoy a beverage, but I do buy those 1.5 liter Yellow Tail Chardonnay and our new family room furniture is proving to be quite comfortable. Even the Airedale has now decided to ooze upon the settee when she thinks we aren't looking. And after 1.5 liter of Chardonnay who cares about the naughty boots on the ultra suede or the #@$%^&& non twinkling Christmas lights?
Ciao, ciao, Mmmmmmmmmmmelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 8:42 AM
