I have less than twenty minutes to make my blog post or I will have to drink and type. Oh, who am I kidding? I have sipped and typed many times. In fact, right now I am sipping an iced coffee QMF (that stands for Questionable Moral Fiber). I had meant to drink it virgin, but it tasted kind of bland and sad, so, PURELY for flavoring purposes, I added just a small splash of DikinDurt Distillery’s Mohawk Valley Fire. Yum. Sometimes the naughtiness of having a little nip is all you really need.
So I am sitting here waiting for my friend, Kim, to pick me up to go to a Cinco de Mayo event at the Ilion Elks Lodge. There I go again with my latest Freudian typo! I keep wanting to put Cindy de Mayo. A Facebook friend said she thought a Cindy de Mayo party sounded like a hoot. I’ll have to keep that in mind. It reminded Steven of a Freudian error he used to make when writing in the TV Journal. He would refer to a certain HBO show as Sex and the Cindy. Make what unflattering jokes you please, I think it sounds like a good show.
Either the coffee or the minute amount of alcohol is giving me a hot flash, just to give this post a little stream of consciousness flair. Ooh, how’ s that for a new category? Stream of Consciousness Saturday! I love it! And I am over 250 words, a perfectly respectable blog post by my own perhaps messed up rules (but they work for me). And I still have 12 minutes before Kim gets here. Happy Saturday, everyone.