My alphabet starts with this letter called yuzz. It's the letter I use to spell yuzz-a-ma-tuzz. You'll be sort of surprised what there is to be found once you go beyond 'Z' and start poking around! -- Dr. Seuss Dear Dr. Seuss, aka Teddy baby: I'll have one of whatever it is you're smoking, drinking, popping, having.… Continue reading Little Secrets
It's Friday which can only mean one thing...it's cocktail time! In honor of the rain that's falling, here's a recipe for the Rainy Day Marley. Try it out, then try some more and have a fantastic weekend! <333333 The Rainy Day Marley: 1. Vodka - 1.5 oz 2. Triple Sec - 1.5 oz 3. Mailbu… Continue reading Mix up, mix up…Cocktail time!
Friday's are the perfect day of the week to get your friends together, grab some liquor and drink a cocktail or two or three. Since there's another storm coming I thought you'd appreciate 'The Winter Angel.' You're welcome loves. XOXO Here's what you'll need: 2 1/2 ounces vodka 1 1/2 ounces Calvados (or any apple… Continue reading Shaken, not stirred: The Winter Angel
"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities." - Theodore Geisel I like vodka. It makes my brain cells… Continue reading Sunny Afternoon
Here’s a poem for all you kissing mistletoe’d fools out there. (Myself included. Probably.) “Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there. Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under… Continue reading Blame it on the mistletoe
"He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin."- George Orwell Sounds like my kind of man. Can I get his number?
"After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words… Continue reading The roof is on fire