Thursday, June 24, 2010
Drinking it in
While I was visiting my family a couple of weekends ago, one of my sisters remarked that I hit the bottle a lot.
"Every time I see you post on Facebook, it's always about drinking mojitos."
Can she blame me? Mojitos are delish and it's fucking hot outside. (And we've got to do something with all this mint growing in our front yard!)
In fact, it got insanely hot in Dallas insanely early. Average temps for North Texas are inching up on 102 degrees F.
And if the heat doesn't have you reaching for a bottle and ice, the swarms of bugs will.
I have to water my garden every day or risk all of my plants turning into crispy critters. I don't mind watering when I get home, I just have to make sure that I'm holding a glass of something cold and boozy. But then, while I'm in the middle of gardner's nirvana, the mosquitos strike. I swear to Jeebus, my legs look like a Jackson Pollock.
Now, the weather will sometimes drive you to drink. It's how the Russians invented vodka, right?
But, the weather getting in the way of getting your drink on? That's fucked up.
Yes, I said it. Weather, don't you get between me and a cold one. Ever.
After two-plus weeks with no rain, it looks like we're going to have thunderstorms for the next THREE FUCKING DAYS.
If that means that I can't get on a patio and booze it up with my drinking buddies, then me and Weather, well, we're going to have words.
Also, I finished a knitted item. It turned out much to tiny for my huge noggin, so I gave it to my uber-cute sis-in-law. She definitely pulls it off.
(Pattern is Felicity, yarn is Bernat Softee Chunky)