Martini Cartwheels

So the beer crowd at the Sun Wine Fest turned out to be a little more fun than the wine crowd. Basically the downstairs ballroom was all wine vendors. The upper level all rooms with beer. And then there were the blue haired girlz. Fun. Here is Blondie pretending to actually care about the energy drink they are promoting.

Waiting to get our tasting glass now. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

If you take someone out to a restaurant for their birthday, it may be best to ask in advance if they actually like the dessert into which the wait staff will place the candle and present to them. Failure to abide by this rule may cause distorted expressions and/or strange noises to emanate from the guest of honor. Plus, it scares the patrons at the surrounding tables. Is spumoni really that bad?? Happy Birthday to my niece! Oh and sorry for snapping this shot right at the moment of impact. It was an accident.

Ok, I admit to stealing this from Blondie's FaceBook page, but I thought it could be interesting. ANSWER THIS: If you and I woke up in jail together.....using only four words.....What would you say to me? This is what I would say to you: 1. More beer, bad idea. 2. Is that YOUR hand? 3. What's that wet spot? 4. Calling in sick today. 5. That bitch is big. 6. Toilet with no door? 7. Where is my shoe? 8. Orange is my color. 9. No drugs up there. 10. I want Detective Benson.

If I have one more phone message from A reola Brown or Ariel Brown or whatever the heck her name is, I am going to scream. I get it , I get it. Your Dad is Scott Brown and he is running against Martha Coakley and blah, blah, blah, blah. Oh, and just so you know, you had one organization call for your Dad this morning where the gentleman sounded like he had spent several years huffing paint and/or nail polish remover. I listened to his whole spiel just because I was worried he might pass out and hit his head on the desk. The woman that called this weekend had a very pretty southern accent. And although I found the sexy drawl intriguing, when I asked her Brown's position on gay marriage there was complete silence on the other end of the phone. Guess she wasn't from around these parts. You would have to be ill, infirm, and living under a rock not to know we have a big election tomorrow here in Massachusetts. My 84 year old Mother even knows - and she tries to cut loaves of bread ...

A continuing series of discussions with my 84 year old Mother Irene. Don't ever discuss hearing issues with your elderly parents. Trust me on this one. Apparently my sister has a low voice and that's why Irene cannot hear her very well (translation - at all). And the doorbell? Well, that's because of the new screen door. And despite the fact that the television volume is loud enough so that the people in the next town over know what my mother is watching, that really isn't an issue either. Irene: "Have you ever notice that your sister has a very low voice?" CJ: "No I haven't." Irene: "You know, I don't need my glasses to hear the TV." Funny, neither to I.

This is a picture of my hand resting on my desk at work. The time - approximately 2:30 pm. I wonder just how long has that dryer sheet been sticking out of the end of my sweater?