Gotta be ready to shoot fast, in case there’s a showdown in the middle of the street in Montpelier, I guess Gordon was thinking at the time.
At least, up until the time the revolver went off, and he shot himself in his own leg.
Best of all? The little bottles of Tanqueray are VERY moderately priced, and there’s something about pouring your drink out of a flask-shaped container that makes you feel charmingly like a cross between a hobo and Dorothy Parker.
I rarely open a cookbook. Who needs a cookbook for spaghetti-os? Peter doesn’t even use cookbooks, and when HE cooks, he uses all those cooking-show style ramekins, filled with all kinds of colorful diced things. And everything comes out delicious. Plus, it isn’t even ANNOYING that he’s used every ramekin in the house, because then he CLEANS them all – plus all the dishes — and hand-washes the pots, too. (So tell me again? WHY am I getting pancake recipes on my Gmail? Where IS Peter, anyway?)
Ah… So Tiddly Winks actually exist.
NOT just a cliché. SEE! Take THAT, all you editors, who struck them out of my writing with your non-repro blue china markers… there IS such a thing after all.
I wonder if they’re fun?
Because now I really, really want a set. Okay. Ebay, next up, right after I post to this blog, then…
Don’t get me wrong: I’ve had days, literally, where stacking up dominoes and knocking them down was a good, productive day – but today wasn’t one of them.