It Was A Walmart Day

and I love them so!  I postpone going until I HAVE to go and usually have two buggies of life's essentials...sea foam, dog food, the latest and greatest from the automotive department just to mention a few... always piled high with food stuffed every where.  Pizzas make good sideboards for the buggy so I can stack higher.

I was having my hair butchered at the local hair salon within Walmart's walls as Hubby walked.  My hair was horrible.  I do a better job cutting my own outside with the wind blowing the hair away.  Ended up going to another stylist to fix this one.  I look like Mark Harmon now...Semper Fi.

Hubby accidentally wandered into the contraceptive department, an aisle we seldom travel. When I'm through with my glasses (replacing lens) and my weed whacked hair do, Hubby catches up with me.  He whispers,  Did you know they have vibrators in Walmart?  He said It's made by some company called Trojan. Uh, no, I didn't know because there is no need for me to shop that aisle.  I said Same company that makes rubbers, remember them?  Hubby is actually embarrassed, God love him!

I really think we need to get out more!

I Don't Drink

but every now and then I like to look at what is available.  I found this:  Jim Beam Jacob's Ghost White Whiskey "Jacob's Ghost celebrates the 'Spirit' of Jim Bean's founding distiller, Jacob Beam--by refining the clear whiskey he first distilled in 1795.  Jacob's Ghost is clear, but it isn't Moonshine or un-aged White Dog. It's a special whiskey, aged at least one year in white oak barrels and crafted by our master distillers with over 200 years of Beam tradition to be uniquely versatile and flavorful."

This description did not convince me but when I read the shelf label I laughed out loud. The label said, "An infinite mixer...Drink it any damn way you please".  I'm not sure how drinkers choose their product but if something makes me laugh, it's coming home with me!

First my husband was shocked because I'm such a non-drinker I've been accused of being the poster child for Prohibition.  It made me laugh.  I wrote the slogan on the very bag I carried it home in.

It's sad when your sick humor makes you buy whiskey.

I smelled it...mild, not a slap in your face whiskey.  I tried two drops in the lid....mild but not overbearing. I mix a drink...a small amount that Hubby claimed wasn't even a jigger.  I  replied, "Drink it any damn way you please!"  I added Dr Pepper since that is one of my drinks of choice, settled on the couch and tried to become a drinker.

It tasted like shit! (Pardon me)  I thought, Okay, maybe if you eat some bread it will taste better.  Nope!

I tried to pawn it off on Hubby.  He said he couldn't drink it because he just took his medicine.

I can't waste anything...I mean anything...it's like setting fire to money.  So I offered it to Bonnie, Hubby's pup.

She liked it and was licking deep into that glass.  I suspect it was the sugar in the Dr Pepper but she could be a drinking dog.  With several laps under her belt Hubby told me not to get his dog drunk.  Much to Bonnie's disappointment I pulled her drink away and against all my better judgement poured it down the drain.

Later I got accused of getting Bonnie drunk.  Hubby said she has redesigned her crate, pulling her bed out, made a door with it and was having a ball dragging her blanket all over hell and creation.  It was hilarious but I think she could still drive.  I asked Bonnie to stand on one leg and touch her nose.  Alas, she couldn't do it.

I may be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a pup!

The bottle shall stand in my kitchen with it's wonderful label and still make me smile when I go by...or maybe I will try it in sweet tea. When I get a sore throat surely I can choke down a spoonful with honey and that will give it a medicinal purpose.

I can no longer be called a (tea) teetotaler...I got whiskey!

Gone For A While.

After almost six years, 2223 posts At The Farm, 1031 posts on  Familiar Spirits  and who knows how many words and pictures I am speechless for the moment.

If you have withdrawal from my words (I hope!) you can view old posts by either entering a subject in the blogs' search bar or clicking randomly on the Linked Pictures at the bottom of each post.

May all your dreams come true.

Another View Through My Windows

The ice still clings to branches

like a shy child holding onto a mother's dress tail.

Icicles grow. 

Dog food bowls fly like hockey pucks

when I slide the food outside.

The stock is fed.

The fires are warm.

The cupboard is stocked.

We find the magic in the ordinary things.

We are blessed.

Through My Window...

 Old Man Winter is not being gentle this year.

Our snow is gone

but the North gate is still open.

All kinds of winter records are being broken.

The ice grows

And I dream of spring.

I wish you warmth.