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You are under the sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith)?
You're the person who chat up everyone in the room, then persuades the entire crowd to travel somewhere else -- like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun.
Good-natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a high possibility of loopy groping; a spontaneous Sag like you is a brilliant booty call).
A travel-loving sign, Sagittarius might be intrigued by drinks like Moscow mules, Singapore slings -- perhaps even a Long Island iced tea (not a bad option, given how much you can put away and still stay vertical). Party monster that you are, you're attracted to shots, like the ever-popular lemon drop. You rules pears, and you could use a nice pear cider right about now, come to think of it.
Britney Spears, The Bush twins, Margaret Cho, Lucy Liu, Brad Pitt, Anna Nicole Smith, Jay-Z, and Jake Gyllenhaal.
This might explain the time I woke up two days later under the kitchen table without my glasses and wearing somebody else's clothes. I still wonder about that ...
The Chattahoochee Review rejected "Carrion Comfort" with an anonymous pre-printed note. In my endless quest to micro-analyze these things, I have concluded that the fact that it took them 4 months to reject it is a good sign. Now considering options for the next market that will have an opportunity to benefit from my boundless wisdom and eternal golden prose.
The story now has the working title "Worse Than Death". Progress continues apace. Approaching 3k words now and nearly at the climax. The ending came to me while I was in the tub this morning. It's a real sockdollager!
Things are often interesting when you have pets hanging around. Lily has acquired the nickname Lily-Goat for her apparently insatiable craving for ripping up paper. We constantly find minefields of multi-colored confetti on the floor. Mollie, our half-Boxer, half Pit Bull, has decided that 3 am is the perfect time to show us how much she loves us. A 50-pound dog with the Tongue That Licked Your Daddy and a talent for Full-Body Wiggling does not make a good bedmate in the middle of the night. Gotta love her, though. She really is a sweetheart. Lottie the CatDog (she thinks she's a dog and can't understand why the others can' climb trees) is a Wild Jungle Jag-u-lar and lurks in random trees awaiting the chance to pounce.
Picked two ears of corn, shucked them, and dropped them in the pot last night. After the first bite, my tongue almost knocked my teeth out trying to get another. Also cooked up some snap beans and grilled some squash to go with it. Good living does not have to be expensive.
Maybe I'll be back later with some actual thoughts, but don't count on it. The weekend awaits!
posted by Carter @ 8:53 AM   2 Blogger comments
At 8:32 PM,  Michelle Miles said...
I'll trade my Ice Cube drinking buddy for your Brad Pitt drinking buddy. Not that I'm hot for him anyway, I just think he'd go well with the rest of my drinking buddies. HAR!