Desirous of a gin and tonic the other night after sending the children to their beds, I went to the liquor cabinet. But when I got there, my cupboard was bare (and so my poor dog had none). Instead I whipped up a weird mix involving white rum, cream, Spotted Dog ginger ice cream, and orange juice. Presented with it at once, The Neefer regarded the concoction with a somewhat jaundiced eye, but he dispatched it with haste once the first sip passed his lips. In closing this post, may I impart some old advice: don't knit drunk. Wine is fine, but the needles and hard liquor are better left unmixed. So says Cap'n Hawkeye.
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What a face Mr. N pulls! Maybe you were a bartender in a past life. ;)
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