Pow! Bam! Wammo! and check out the Pink Camo!

Thank you, Kitteh for sending this link. Best. Pug. Ever. (Next to Ruby, of course)

In other news…wanna take a sneak peek of LOVE SUCKS!? Go here. It comes out next Tuesday, yanno…

And it more fun news…Lola did my toes yesterday (sing with me! Her name was Lola, she was a toe girl…) Check out my Pink Camo Toes (NOT to be confused with Pink Camel Toe….ewwww gross)

And finally, yesterday was No-Wine Wednesday…(orange vodka–fewer calories) and we celebrated one of our favorite waiter’s (Trey) Birthday–with a limerick.

There once was a waiter named Trey
Who celebrated his 13th 26th birthday
He wanted a gift
But became quite miffed
When all the girls gave him was word play.

a confession from Wine Wednesday

Okay, this is nothing like Texts from Last night…I mean, I suppose it COULD BE something like that, sometimes. But since this is about me and there is no way to make this anonymous…my confessions from Wine Wednesday will just be funny little innocent stories that happened last night.

The rest of it will stay in the Wine Wednesday vault.

First off, I have discovered I love every Sauvignon Blanc (that I have tried so far) that comes from Marlborough Wineries. Now, I haven’t tried them all yet, but here’s a short list of the yum that I have tried.

Villa Maria
and my current favorite: Kim Cattrall Crawford

These wines just make me wanna yell More Cowbell WINE!

So the last few Wine Wednesdays have been funny because every time we yelled More Cowbell WINE! our glass was magically filled! It had nothing to do with our awesome server, Trey. I’m sure of it. It was just MAGIC!
Actually, I think it was leprechaun magic because for some reason, we were suddenly inspired to write limericks and haikus (hey, our magical leprechauns could LOVE haikus. So shut it.) On cocktail napkins.

Naturally, the more we yelled More Cowbell! Wine! the naughtier the limericks got. We will NOT be showing you any of those. And just in case you get the wrong idea about me, I did NOT write any of the naughty limericks. Nope. Not one. I promise. (No my fingers aren’t crossed?! I’m was just trying to snap them behind my back and they got tangled up!)

My FAVORITE non-naughty limerick that I wrote was simply a masterpiece…because I managed to rhyme my favorite red-headed waiter named Thomas with the llamas.

Oh yeah. That’s awesome right there.

And I swear, it wasn’t dirty. It’s more like Dr. Seuss.

There once was a boy named Thomas
Who always kept his promise
So when his car broke down
On the way out of town
He had to hitch a ride on some llamas!

Now, I will admit that maybe, just maybe there is another version where I might’ve actually rhymed Thomas with Lorenzo Lamas. And it possibly is naughty. But there’s nothing out there to prove that…