PSA: Don’t Mix Bacon, Queso, and Martinis. Trust.
Hey kittens.
I am a cad. Dr. Ding totally forgot to include the inimitable Nicki Britton in my MamaDramaCQII shout outs. We tried on each others’ hipster-qua-Buddly Holly eyeglasses, but I plumb forgot to add her to the blogroll, on account of my acute bacon, queso, and vodka martini-induced hallucinosis. Later on, we even shared a very special moment whereupon I drooled slightly on her magnificent Ugg boots and pawed them affectionately, much as a distracted and Laudanum-addled Victorian gentleman would his cravat, if said cravat were made of buttery soft leather and had cool Doc Marteneqsue stylings.
You are going to want to go here and here to visit Nicki and to redeem Dr. Ding. She blogs for the Chron.com right here in H-town.
And, better yet, The Divine Miss N has discovered a heretofore-unknown and deeply elemental Elmo archetype!
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And don’t mix MDcQII, chocolate and bacon! :-p
Trainer:
You are SO right. I feel very fortunate that I didn’t consume any chocolate at that bash, because I probably would only just now be getting released from jail. Truth.