I took a bite into the piece of fudge and my Spidey sense began to tingle. Was that whisky I was tasting? No. Damn. That would have been nice. So would some rum balls right about now. Update: Two other people think there was some whisky in the fudge as well.
Just like the Blonde, I have been stuffing my piehole with all kinds of treats this week. And it ain't over yet. I have a package coming in from the boss which promises to be more cookies. What am I going to do? Well, there is only one thing to do so as to not hurt anyone's feelings.
Eat the cookies and wash it down with beer. Try it, you'll like it.
Which leads me to a thought I believe Al would concur with. I ate some biscotti this morning that was quite good. The bottom was covered with chocolate. As I dipped it into some coffee, I couldn't help but think you you poured some Southern Comfort over the biscotti that it would taste really damn good.
Not even 8 in the morning and I have had 3 visions of boozing it up. I blame my assistant. She brought in a gift for me this morning. Beer. How nice. But it put me in a bind. I have gotten her a bottle of wine and will be bringing it in tomorrow. But now she has put me into a Kostanza. When I give her the gift tomorrow, it will look like the only reason I gave her a gift was because she gave me a gift. Why couldn't she wait until tomorrow like everyone else? I know she is in because I verified that with her yesterday. Damn! What would George do to get out of this situation?
I was at the store yesterday and did not finish the Christmas shopping. Stared at the gift cards for 5 minutes. Stared at ham for 4. In the end I bought neither. I guess I should take Gambino up on her offer. My sis may like that. Still at a loss for mom. She is very hard to shop for. I wish I could explain why but that won't happen here. Man, that ham is sounding like a better idea.
Am I the only one working tomorrow? There will be 3 of us in our wing here. It will be one long boring day. I can tell already. If only I could bust into the beer by my feet.
In the meantime, go listen to the Dan Band again. And have a very merry mother fucking Christmas!!!