Who gets presents sent to them at their favorite Nashville bar from a complete stranger?
Ah….my reputation as a liquor lover awarded me big time this past weekend. As many of you know, bad shit has gone down during the first quarter of 2016 and one of my readers just made my entire year this past weekend. Ken, the Purdue fan from Indiana, sent me a care package to the bar I frequent on Fridays.
Accompanied with a sweet note, I opened the package and not only found my mug staring back at me, I got the sweetest note wishing me a better year AND a bottle of Captain Morgan Private Stock. To say that I was touched is an understatement. It takes quite a seismic shift to move me to tears but I can tell you my tiny Grinch heart grew 22 sizes from one of the most thoughtful gestures I’ve had the pleasure to experience.
As a matter of fact, we got so inebriated from that Purdue fan’s gift that in a hungover stupor, Dada CBXB went and bought a new car Saturday morning.
But I was, so in my Saturday morning haze I ended up purging some of my shoes.
Hangovers typically make me want to acquire more possessions. Like three pussies in one day.
Much as this guy likes his alone time, he seldom gets a sec these days at the mini manse.
Teddy now has a shadow that follows him around like a bad hangover.
You know what makes a headache disappear? Tandem smiles from those Iowa twins.
Tenderhearted Prince B just may be the most handsome dude on the planet.
While the face of Princess B tells it all…
In between Netflix and DVR catch up, I did get my ass out and try to work off the 1,024 pounds I’ve gained from emotionally eating myself into oblivion the last month.
No weekend would be complete without a little tongue time in the tub with my favorite chug, Precious (or as the twins call her, Pweshy).
Here’s hoping your weekend isn’t still haunting you!