Today is Inauguration day. While it would be perfectly understandable for me to cry in my closet while drinking Moscow Mules, I’ve decided to do four loads of laundry instead. America may be on fire, but I WILL have clean sheets and undies, dammit.
I briefly contemplated taking down my Christmas twinkle lights, and fully wallowing in misery today, but I decided it was better to keep a little happiness in my home, all things considered.
Speaking of happiness, it was my friend Tim’s birthday on Wednesday.
This is Tim:
But I love him anyway.
Since it was his birthday I decided to make him a present.
All I did was bash some Heath bars with a rolling pin and mix them into a carton of coffee ice cream, but you would have thought I had handed over the keys to a Maybach by his reaction.
See, Haagen Daas discontinued his favorite ice cream flavor: Coffee with Heath Bar, so I made him his own batch. (I did work at Dairy Queen in high school, after all.)
He kept hugging me. A lot.
He also liked his card.
So I customized his card, accordingly.
He also likes Zippies.
Some wonderful soul at the Saloon invented them. Or something.
They’re basically mind erasers with Chambord instead of Kahlua.
If you need a few to forget what just happened in Washington, the recipe is below.
1/2 oz of Chambord
3 oz Vodka
Splash of soda
Pour Chambord in the bottom of a tumbler. Add vodka. Top off with a splash of soda water. Insert two short straws and suck down the sweetness.
You won’t be sorry.
Or maybe you will, but at least you won’t really remember… and for the next four years that won’t be such a bad thing.