We actually just recently purchased our very first bottle of alcohol–some vodka–for cooking purposes. Perhaps we should have waited and bought it for Mother’s Day.
Teach her to make a Manhattan. It’s simpler than an omelet and the childish tendency to use too much vermouth doesn’t cut the quality of the drink nearly as much as if they make the same mistake with a martini.
“Sing it. I just gave the kids money for the Mother’s Day sale and am dreading what will return. I am allergic to tchotchkes.”
And depending on the child, you may have to keep it forever. Daughter brought home a plant in a pot from school for Mother’s Day just before we moved to Texas three years ago, and I remember having to do some fancy footwork to explain why we weren’t moving with it.
They’ve been advertising alcohol for moms on the radio around here and there’s been some uproar about it. We have a state-run liquor board. Technically, they’re only supposed to run ads in a) adult markets only and b) always include a message about responsibility. Their main mission in fact is supposed to be promoting responsible drinking. But their revenue comes from selling liquor. Talk about conflict of interest!
That said, I’m all for a few mimosas on Mother’s Day.
Momma wants a well-stocked liquor cabinet in general, yup. The month of marking is over and the cupboard’s bare.
Sadly, with a freak snowstorm socking the city in, I don’t think I’m getting anything more than the childishly-addressed envelope that is leaking something that appears suspiciously like seeds for annuals. . . .
My mom is very supportive of the metric system. She insists on 750ml of bourbon.
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Please. Mama wants tequila.
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We actually just recently purchased our very first bottle of alcohol–some vodka–for cooking purposes. Perhaps we should have waited and bought it for Mother’s Day.
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Sing it. I just gave the kids money for the Mother’s Day sale and am dreading what will return. I am allergic to tchotchkes.
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Oh, I like the runny eggs & wilted flowers. My girl has learned to make a pretty nice omelet, though.
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Teach her to make a Manhattan. It’s simpler than an omelet and the childish tendency to use too much vermouth doesn’t cut the quality of the drink nearly as much as if they make the same mistake with a martini.
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“Sing it. I just gave the kids money for the Mother’s Day sale and am dreading what will return. I am allergic to tchotchkes.”
And depending on the child, you may have to keep it forever. Daughter brought home a plant in a pot from school for Mother’s Day just before we moved to Texas three years ago, and I remember having to do some fancy footwork to explain why we weren’t moving with it.
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Mom wants a fifth of bourbon.
Well, that and a well hung Parliament.
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And a carton of Parliaments.
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and a well hung …
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They’ve been advertising alcohol for moms on the radio around here and there’s been some uproar about it. We have a state-run liquor board. Technically, they’re only supposed to run ads in a) adult markets only and b) always include a message about responsibility. Their main mission in fact is supposed to be promoting responsible drinking. But their revenue comes from selling liquor. Talk about conflict of interest!
That said, I’m all for a few mimosas on Mother’s Day.
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… Parliament.
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Momma wants a well-stocked liquor cabinet in general, yup. The month of marking is over and the cupboard’s bare.
Sadly, with a freak snowstorm socking the city in, I don’t think I’m getting anything more than the childishly-addressed envelope that is leaking something that appears suspiciously like seeds for annuals. . . .
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