A few hours ago I went to the kitchen where I have a sewing machine set up. I wanted to quickly patch some more garden pants. I dont care what I look like in the yard and gardens, have a lots of scraps, thread and sewing machines.
I also thought I would touch base with ”Bart” because I have been waiting for him to get himself together enough to clue me in on finances and if we can afford roof gutters.
Holy Hangnails. The kitchen’s a mess. No info on finances or gutter affordability. The kitchen looks like a cyclone hit. I growled and scowled. He disappeared. I ate some leftover chicken, mended some, went to feed orioles then returned to a messy porch, kitchen, petulent absent fella and thought that with the fresh mint picked from the garden, I should make a mojito. I used to make them. Lost my touch.
Muddled mint and sugar together, squeezed a lime, added good rum, ice cubes and club soda. Very tart drink. Where did my wheels leave the pavement? Too sour.
Trust me, I am (right now) not all that particular. Hahaha. I drank 1/3rd and added more club soda. I will get by. I never buy those cocktails in a jar, but maybe I am too old and dumb and worn out and should pick some up. But aren’t they horrid?
PS I wish to inform those counting, that I am going to be posting more than the “allowed number” of new posts. Maybe time for those folks to go look at their red hat memorabilia. I have .9 oz of white rum in me, so, ya know, anything can happen.
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