Yes, I will embrace sloth, my personal favorite of the 7 deadly sins. Just because it is. Love me my sloth.
We are back. And it was fun. Exhausting as hell. Over 2000 miles driven. And we still like eachother. Actually, we are even speaking still. Nicely. I think it's the litmus of a successful relationship. Also a good test run for an unsuccessful one.
Small things- saw the hole in the ground that was my Grandparent's house. Cried a tad, but not as difficult as I feared. No going back now. Looks kind of permanent to me.
Saw the remaining Grandmother- she recognized me, or at least faked it very well. It was hard, but not as hard as I thought.
Played Rock Star- and have the dubious hallmark of being both:
a) the only one of us there with the attitude and vocal chords to very effectively pull off singing Hole.
and b) the only one with the vocal range and age to remember the lyrics and tune of Boston's Foreplay/Long Time.
And thanks to the game, I cannot get Bon Jovi's cowboy song out of my head. And I am NOT happy about that. Fucking steel horse. I ride. Wanted. Dead or Alive....I keep making up my own lyrics, and laughing to myself. Out loud of course. Because that is the kind of wing-nut crazy I am.
The cats appear to be happy to see us- they keep following me from room to room screaming until I sit down. Then they are in the lap. I feel love. It will wear off. Then they will be back to mostly ignoring us.
Got a very large bottle of single malt, and of of Maker's Mark for presents from an astute relative. And some nice beer from another. Gotta get my drink on. Now watch- it will take me years to drink the whiskeys. Because I do that. Hoard and preserve.
We did bring more of our stored crap back. Just part of whittling away at the accumulated boxes of thrift store treasures that we purchased back in school. We just have GOT to get on ebay soon.
And to round up my lazy assed post, ah, to hell with it. I'm done. Time for a nap.
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welcome back.
i cannot keep any damned libation in the house for more than three days.
eXpecially the single malts or maker's mark.
damitol!
Well, we are the study in moderation around here. Actually it's probably that we drink so much wine and beer on a daily basis that we forget about the hard stuff in the cupboard. And that is sad. The really sad truth of it.
I should say that since I've been on the weight loss program, my drinking is down a lot. Can't speak for the boy, but I don't always budget calories for hooch. Sometimes cookies matter more.
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