…and they’re unopened.
I don’t think this qualifies for the traditional twelve-step program
because I rarely drink them. It should qualify for something, like the hey-dumb-ass-you-need-to-drink-more
program.
Seriously, who buys all these and never drinks them? I
originally bought them for the RV, thinking they would save space. Instead they
took up more space. I also discovered tiny bottles of booze are useless. Think
about it. You’re relaxing in a camp chair, feet in the cool water of a clear
mountain river, sun darkening your winter white skin, and in your hand a tall
thermal mug filled with gin and tonic. (Mostly gin.) This kind of relaxation
requires the super size bottles of liquor. Why bother opening twelve little
bottles, when you can have one
giant bottle.
I think the best use for these cute little squirts of
alcohol is to dump them all in a pitcher, add some orange juice and call it
breakfast around the campfire. I’ll let you know how that works out after I
recover.
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