Blather, rinse, repeat

Those ARE cute kids, and i know from cute kids because my womb is dead and i generally hate babies. Like, not actively in an infant-stomping sense of course, just in the "NO maternal instinct" sense.

And, a.) thank you, i like to think i can turn a phrase now and then, but b.) i am TOTALLY deploying the fist of an angry god, next time i see someone bangworthy.

The bourbon peach tea was an ACCIDENT, no less. I had a houseguest, she and i drank all the beer, all i had was Makers Mark and a giant pitcher of peach tea and we weren't in the mood for straight bourbon. Come to find out, it is the nectar of the gods. Probably the same gods that get angry and wield Fists of Humping, in fact.

Also please note: i am very sad i did not make it out to Lon Guyland while in NYC this summer to visit you, and you know, meet each other IRL and all that. Next summer! I will be more of an angry god-fist about insisting on at least one long weekend for that express purpose.