Friday, June 25, 2010

Scrapin' the Bottom o' the Blogging Barrel V

All you Gentle Readers no doubt have heard of 100-year floods, "hurricanes of the century," and other such "Perfect Storms."  Well, the same sorta thing happened within the small space that is the likker locker here at El Casa Móvil De Pennington.  We poured the very last of the gin into a G&T last evening and decided it would be best if we took stock of our remaining supply.  And we were horrified to find we were at or below the "restock" level on nearly all counts... a perfect storm of want, as it were.  So it was off to the Class VI store this morning.  And this is what we brought home:

I had to make two stops, one at the Class VI and the other at our local Liquor Emporium, given the Class VI was out o' Drambuie.  That breaks my hard and flinty ol' heart coz likker is about 20% cheaper at the base and there's none of that noxious sales tax to be paid to an oppressive gub'mint.  And we also had to add beer to the mix as DIL Erma and I made a hard run at the beer supply night before last.

Being the drinkin' sort is gettin' expensive these days; what you see above is well in excess of 100 Yankee Dollars.   Still and even: we do what we must.  And we MUST keep the likker-locker stocked.


This falls in the "too good not to steal" category:
I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing ‘fairly well’ for my age. (I just turned sixty-something.) A little concerned about that comment, I couldn’t resist asking him, ‘Do you think I’ll live to be 80?’

He asked, ‘Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer, wine or hard liquor?’ ‘Oh no,’ I replied. ‘I’m not doing drugs, either!’

Then he asked, ‘Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued Ribs?’ I said, ‘Not much…my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!’

‘Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, boating, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?’ ‘No, I don’t,’ I said.

He asked, ‘Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?’ ‘No,’ I said…

He looked at me and said.’Then, why do you even give a sh!t?
I ripped that off from Capt. Lex.  I know that most of you Gentle Readers frequent the former Naval aviator's place o' bid'niz and now's as good a time as any to encourage those of you who don't hang out with the fighter pilots, ground pounders, Jarheads, and the odd Zoomie or three, to make him a daily read.  The man is about as prolific and perceptive a blogger as exists anywhere on these inner-nets and his commentariat is the BEST, period.  The discussions at the Aviators' Lounge are always erudite and it's a rare person who won't learn something by dropping in there on a daily basis. Speaking of the comments yet again... the environment is polite and civil, above all else.  That's a rarity of the highest order.  So ends today's unpaid promotion.

But about that joke.  Good advice, on the whole, if'n ya add in "ride fast mo'sickles" to the mix.  There are a few things the Good Doctor included on his list that I don't do... like whack a lil white ball around a park (my life is largely frustration-free and I wanna keep it that way), boat or sail (El Casa Móvil De Pennington in her advanced age is a money pit of more than sufficient depth, thankyouverymuch), and I don't hike or bicycle due to physical limitations.  And then there's the sex thing.  We're living a life of self-imposed celibacy which has no inherent virtue, contrary to what monks or priests might tell you, and absolutely NO reward as far as I can tell.  Well, check that.  I said I live a life that's largely frustration-free, and that would include Honey-Do lists, command performances with people I don't care for but she does, and miscellaneous nagging.  I consider that an acceptable trade-off.  YMMV, of course.

Added, 1530 hrs:  Restocked, Part II.  I'm just back from a trip up to the mail kiosk where I found these beauties... a box of Acid Nastys... the perfect little cigar for those times when ya don't wanna go whole hog.  And just in time for Happy Hour, too.  Dang.  Sometimes life is just so good I can't stand it.  But we shall muddle through.  Somehow.


  1. Funny joke! When my dad was sick and seeing so many doctors, only one of them had such a good attitude - told me to buy dad some good whiskey and let him live as best he could while he could - or something like that. The other doctors took his money as if they were making him better.

  2. That's a nice little haul of potent potables.

    I would call it "Sunday".

  3. Lou: Ya gotta love that one doctor. Would that there were more of his type around, eh? I get the feeling my current doctor is cut from the same cloth... he likes to laugh and is not above making jokes about my infirmities. And like you... I LIKE that.

    Darryl: We be enjoying some of those potables, as we speak. And EVERY day is Sunday in these parts. ;-)

  4. Heh! That joke you stole off Lex was surely worth stealing.

    But, I'm wondering...the first photo shows a line-up "well in excess of 100 Yankee Dollars."

    Does that include the spices in the rack? That stuff is as high as a kite...and Pam always needs two or three bottles EVERY TIME WE GO TO THE FRIGGIN' GROCERY STORE!

    If they're included, I figure you got off cheap.

    I would tell you my WV, but you would not believe it.

  5. Spices NOT included, but I hear ya. They are pricey, indeed.

  6. Don't ask me why, but I'm reading your blog before my first coffee has been consumed. I started reading and thought "He's lying to his doctor? No way!!"

  7. Great post all around Buck. Hope the Happy Hour was another golden one for you.

    And I agree about Lex's place. He is an incredibly incisive writer and yes, I always learn something there - either from him or from the comments. Very civil even when folks vehemently disagree.

  8. ...I'm reading your blog before my first coffee has been consumed.

    There's your answer, right there. I try not to do anything that could be even remotely called "demanding" until after that first cup.

    Kris: Happy Hour was indeed good yesterday. It's a rare event when they aren't. ;-)


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