you're the one with the problem

     so, i love to have an adult beverage.  my grandmother used to say, “well, the sun is over the yard arm.”  i think that’s 1950’s speak for it’s five o’clock some where.  i have been know to clap and say YEAH (like that special kid on south park) when a waitress delivers a pint of hard cider to the table.  i never gave much thought about how much i love to have a drink before.  recently, a couple of red flags have popped up that have me thinking.  i don’t have a problem.  that’s not it.  some how word has gotten out that i am an easy mark.  no, to those powers that be at,, and don’ i do not need ten emails a day.  i have a liquor store with in walking distance of my home.  i think, if i really needed your wares, i wouldn’t be ordering from you online, for crying out loud.  when mama needs a drink, she gets up off her bon bon eating butt and walks down to her wine rack and opens a bottle of hooch.  i mean really, who can wait 7-10 business days to scratch that itch?  

now excuse me while i go top off, cause the kids will be home from school and i need to dull that pain, 


2 responses to “you're the one with the problem”

  1. dushie

    I’m sorry but your mother of the year award was accidentally dropped off at my house. They just called and said I should just keep it for myself. xx

  2. EH Shuba

    fo shizzle my dizzle pizzle xxx

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