A margarita would be very nice now. A pitcher of margaritas would be very nice now. A swimming pool full of margaritas would be very nice now. I am very tired, and my feet hurt. It's bad enough carrying me around, but having to carry other stuff is worse. At least I've got my strength back, although not what it was. I am pretty strong, though.
You know what? I have decided that I hate books. Books are a ridiculous idea. So far the books on our collective shelves have filled 40 banker's boxes, and we just bought 24 more, and that doesn't count the ones that are still in boxes in the basement. I can just carry a banker's box full of books. I pack them pretty good, I can put in stacks going different ways based on size, and fill them about as fast as Chris can carry them, but I carry them, too. I also hate bookcases. I hate the bright idea that I got of buying solid wood bookcases, they weigh a ton, and I hate the cheesy fiberboard bookcases, they fall apart. So, I hate books because otherwise I wouldn't need bookcases.
11 boxes full of phonograph records.
I hate solid wood furniture.
You know how I like my margaritas? I like 100% blue agave tequila, not fussy about the brand, although Heradura is nice. Fresh squeezed lime juice. And Grand Marnier, although you really can't taste it much, Triple Sec is ok. I almost put Triple Sex, that would be nice, too. On the rocks, no salt. The drink, not the sex. |
