Yesterday at oh dark thirty in the am I took mrs. blues to DFW for her flight for Hotlanta. Got her curbside and unloaded, a quick kiss and then opened the driver's door to mrs. blues midget caddy. Seems that was when the door decided to take a shot at the title. I was watching traffic when I almost KO's myself not paying attention to the door. 2 stitches just above the middle of my left eyebrow. Nice. Note to self: Drink heavily this evening.
Act 2 scene 1
Had some time yesterday to do a little shopping at the local Try-N-Save. For no damn reason I bought some thin cut pork chops to make pork tocino. And I bought some other stuff.
Slapped all the pig meat into the stainless and into a brine of sugar, kosher salt, beet juice, water, and a light splooge of apple cider vinegar. Rubbed it, diddled it, and splashed it all over.
I'd also picked up this fine specimen. I charge extra for taxonomic names.
Y'all already know how I roll and you also already know what the red splooge is.
I can never have enough unguents and salve's on my fish taco for some reason. In this instance, rooster and greek yogurt with lime zest and juice.
Here's missylou's "I can't believe you just ate that sheeit." look.
This morning I put a slice of baloney in each of my shoes. All day long I've been walking around feeling funny.