The toilet -- I say that word disgust equal to that of Seinfeld saying 'Newman' -- is finally installed and functioning.
Tonight I have a date with two strapping men, a gimp and self-proclaimed princess. We are going to remedy the gaping hole in our bedroom ceiling. While the men folk focus on that, I intend to drink margaritas and finish tiling the bathroom floor with Madge and Madgette. Poor Madge is broke from her trip to Gallery Furniture (note: click that link and read so you can fully appreciate what might very well be the best pun I've ever executed.) So I think tonight will be a good trial run in what will be the first of Madgette's many educational lessons on Bringing Auntie A Fresh Drink. We might even make chocolate chip cookies while I teach Madgette how to work the blender and the explain the importance of three fingers worth of tequila verses the standard shot.
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