I love margaritas. Now I know I live in the Bible Belt. I know I'm the grand-daughter of a Baptist minister, but I cannot keep this secret any more.
I love them. I love margaritas.
On the rocks, with salt. And if it's in a styrofoam cup, I'm in heaven.
There you have it. I'm a lush and not always environmentally aware..
I even had two last night in the comfort of my home, surrounded by dear friends, laughing over old stories at my kitchen table as salt spilled across the table. And it was heaven, heaven on earth.
Photograph of my celebratory anniversary margarita.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I have a confession
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Don't come home a drinkin' with lovin' on your mind.
TMI
ROTFLOL!
Happy 12 years of bliss you luscious lush you!
Yummy! I think living in the Bible Belt with religion in your veins makes them oh so much better.
Good food (drinks) + friends + new home + new table = a wonderful feeling!
Glad you had a great night.
It was fun! I was still talking about our laughter on Friday. The margaritas were good too.
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