Tag Archives: music

Let’s play.

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Because it could be fun, that’s why.

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Let’s check out some of the good answers.

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I feel you Dean, it’s been a while for me as well. Though not that long thankfully.

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I don’t think that qualifies as a band, but… wow.

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I know who they are! And saw them quite a few times in my youth.

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Now you’re talking!

As for me, the last concert I saw was James Taylor. I loved James back in the day, and still enjoy his music when I’m in a mellow mood. Seeing him in concert is like sitting in his living room… very laid back.

So Thanksgiving dinner with Sweet Baby James in the Berkshires? Count me in.

How about you?

Who are you feasting with…

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I Need You.

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Okay… I’m a blogger. So technically yes, I do need you – my loyal readers – but that’s not what I’m talking about today.

I’m talking about the ear worm that has happily burrowed its way into my head and won’t let go.

I dare you to listen to this song and be able to sit still.

This song makes me want to dance… and Lord knows I don’t do that unless heavily lubricated with tequila.

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Let’s play!

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Don’t groan, I know you enjoy these… even if you don’t want to admit it.

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I’ll get things rolling….

My rap name is LIL Cellulite Cream. Making slightly pudgy menopausal women over 50 shake their groove thing like they did before their thighs resembled cottage cheese.

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And before you store a disturbing mental image of my marbled thighs, summer is coming and the lotion I bought is more of a tightener. I’m not cheesy, just jiggly.

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Miscellaneous minutiae.

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Required picture of new family member Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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And yes, I have to report that Ball Wash is back.

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And speaking of hanging, the other day the husband and I were out in the barn and I wanted to play an album. This is not as easy as you might think…. considering the husband put the stereo as close to the ceiling as humanly possible.

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Vinyl could get interesting after a few toddies. Stay tuned.

And finally, birds. In winter. In Maine.

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I’m guessing it kind of sucks.

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Gifts for the booze hounds in your life.

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Christmas is right around the corner and you need a gift for that certain tipsy someone. Allow me to put forth a few suggestions…

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40 bottles should satisfy even the most hardcore wino on your list.

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Wine on the go? It’s definitely an upgrade from that brown paper bagged Manischewitz and Boones Farm you drank as a teenager.

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Because who among us hasn’t lost a perfectly good glass of the grape in the grass?

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Sipping while dipping?

Sign me up.

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I’ve actually tried these, they’re brilliant.

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I’m so down with this. A carry on margarita is a beautiful thing.

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This looks like an intriguing way to chill your beer.

And they can double as drum sticks when Back in Black comes on the radio. A win win.

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Products no one needs.

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My only question is why anyone makes these things in the first place.

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I prefer my clams in chowder with heavy cream thank you very much.

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Oh, hell no. I can only drink if the BeeGees are playing?

Trust me, if the BeeGees are playing…. I’ll need more not less.

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I’m sorry, but they don’t. Less really is more.

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While this is rather cute? It’s also a great way to take out an eye. Weaponized mallows are over the top, even for me.

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No. Aside from the fact the packaging seems to be marketed for 6 year old girls…

I refuse to wear a perfume named Juicy Bunny on sheer principle.

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