My Next Wife
CG kindly asked if I wanted a glass of water the other day. He suggested a "twist of lemon or lime or cucumber water or Torani syrup?" Yep, metrosexual. See my last post.
"What? What's that you say?" I called wickedly. "You want to get me a glass of Bailey's Irish Cream on ice? Yes, please."
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Yes, I'm sure his next wife won't be an alki:
To my credit, it was a hot summer night in this pic and CG's the one that made me a triple lemon drop so big I had to slurp it from the counter.
And, yes, he had an ulterior motive and was trying to get lucky.
And, no, he didn't succeed because a triple Lemon Drop was one shot too many and I fell asleep soon after dinner.
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4 Witty Comments For Me:
hehe. We would all get along SO VERY WELL!!! ;)
Let's get our cocktails on, baby! :) it's all about priorities.
Oh yes, I am a victim of the one too many lemon drops as well -- although I must admit, I admire your form! :)
Carrie: Thanks. I've been practicing. It should be an olympic sport, my friend. We could go for gold like those beach volleyball players, eh?
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