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That's why I love Michael Schenker!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

God Bless The Smirnoffs...

I am in solitude. The boy, Michael, is off in Harrisburg on a school trip. The man who is a plague on my existence (The Estranged One) has once more taken off for parts unknown...

In order to celebrate my solitude, I made a small purchase at the local liquor store, a bottle of vodka!
Ooo.. They now make the stuff in flavors! I decided on the cranberry. Quite tasty with a bit of orange juice. I've had three already. Contemplating a fourth...

Gotta finish it off so I can try some of the other flavors!

I am NOT an alcoholic!
(Denial is such a beautiful thing!)

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