Between the flowers and my candles, my house smells wonderful. I just finished putting the shot glasses Aussie got me with the irish rock glasses Spaz sent me. Believe it or not barflies, I still have not finished the jack that came with those glasses.
I am going to have to rethink the capacity of my relationship with my candle lady. She made a nasty remark about one of my guests that I'm sure every one heard and later when she got even more drunk, she turned the venom on me. I know her husband was embarassed and carted her out of the party shortly after that. I don't know if she even remembers the remarks that she made, but I know they have been bugging me all weekend. I'm doing my best to shake them off and just consider the sorce.
Steve cannot order the new puter for me fast enough. I can't blog hop or read comments half the time. If I do, soon as I'm done the damn puter crashes. Something that is suppose to relax me has now turned into a sorce of aggrivation.
Well it is time for me to get the love of my life. Later barflies.