Almost time for a tender Tennessee Christmas!
Awaiting the arrival of my sister and her hubs Friday, I snuggled with my main pirate squeeze…
After my hot date with the statue and my company’s arrival, we went to Nashville’s fabulous version of a speakeasy – The Patterson House. Low lighting, velvet curtains, hand crafted drinks and fancy finger food make this establishment a favorite .
After a few cocktails and a sip of apple pie moonshine, Friday night kinda felt like this…
Of course Teddy was appalled at his mother’s behavior and sulked on the ugliest blanket I own.
He carried on and on and on about how late we kept him up, disrupting his beauty sleep.
A stop in the mall and I caught two of my favorite (and cutest) fans telling Santa what he must bring them this year.
More fun in store as I celebrated my First Mate’s birthday and Christmas over our favorite, strawberry martinis at The Cheesecake Factory.
First Mate gifted me a few trashy treasures as a nod to my White Trash Wednesdays here at CBXB and it’s one of the best presents ever.
I mean, who doesn’t love a candy cigarette?
After all of the holiday shenanigans, I needed a quite cocktail at home but soon realized I was almost out of wine. The horror!
And, I’m pretty sure I’m going to make this chalkboard a staple outside of my front door:
Very merry times, indeed.
I love “A Tender Tennesse Christmas.” My husband looks appalled every time it comes on our Christmas playlist. But, “It’s the only Christmas for me.” harhar
Where the love circles around us…like the gifts beneath the tree….!
Though I know there’s more snow….up in Colorado (shouldn’t it be “down?”….than my roof will ever seeeee…
A tender Tennessee Christmas…is the only Christmas for me. (this could seriously go on all year long)!
Your cat! That captain!!!!
Thank you so much!
That looks like Captain Hook 😛
It doesn’t, doesn’t it? I couldn’t resist a photo with him!
I caught a premature glimpse of that bag as I read through the top of your post. I’m embarressed at the order of thoughts that entered my brain to explain what I was seeing. First thought: Oh no, they’ve had to deliver the wine bag from the box! I liken this maneuver to breaking someones ribs open in order to massage an ailing human heart. Whether its wine or a cardiac event, one must think long and hard about attempting such a maneuver. And THEN…in that same two seconds, I thought “What if I read down to that last sentense…and it really is an IV bag and someone is seriously injured? I’ll feel like a total jerk. Deep emotions girl.
I am pissing my pants right now at your deep emotions. Because, it was like an IV bag, as I couldn’t get the damn bag out of the box and into my system fast enough!
Love your sparkle and you,,
Sparkly love right back at you!