Chocolate Martinis

Godiva Chocolate Liqueur 

The proof is in the tasting

We need a larger glass

Carol thinks alcoholism is funny.

Lars And The Real Bird

Sometimes, you can't tell if you're watching a TV commercial or SNL.   It used to be if you were talking to an imaginary pet you were found in the day room eating the checkers.  Everyone knows a real parakeet isn't a labor intensive pet.  All you have to do is fill the water, fill the feeder and pull out the tray and insert the editorial section of the New York Times. For some, however, this is just too much commitment, too much responsibility.  If you have a mechanical pet and you're not a toddler, reality eludes you.  At least an inflatable woman can get you into the HOV-LANE.  That's all I have to say right now, it's time to wind Bo up and take him for a walk.

CP's Sixth Annual Christmas Party

CP's not going to let a pesky forty hour a week job cut into her entertaining. Her sixth annual neighborhood ladies Christmas Party went off without a hitch.

Of course Mimosas were the beverage of choice. I thought only alcoholics drank at nine a.m.

Nobody enjoys the ladies more than Mr. Bo. He was in heaven, surrounded by his admirers  sneaking him cake and cookies.

God Bless You Dr. Atkins

Steak & Eggs, proof that God loves us and wants us to be thin and happy!

Rasta-Bo

Bo really wants to go to the AVL Drum Circle. However, there is something he doesn't know about. There are three rules for the Drum Circle:

NO ALCOHOL OR DRUGS
NO SMOKING
NO PETS

He spent a fortune on those dreadlocks!

Christmas In What Feels Like July

 There's nothing like a Christmas parade when it's seventy degrees out to get you into the Christmas Spirit. The Feed & Seed house band took to the Buncombe Turnpike to play in the Fletcher Christmas Parade. In the past our float has been beset by many problems: flat trailer tire, stalled tractor and a substitute tow car that thought he was a NASCAR driver and got the float rolling along at forty mph. 

This year in an attempt to bring the hillbilly wall of sound to the crowd we had an amplifier on the the float. Sometimes you just have to amp it up, to be heard over the din of the Fletcher crowd. Since a portable generator doesn't exactly beat out three-quarter time our amp was powered by a 12 volt truck battery which almost lasted for the half mile of the parade route.

Babba's drum is instrument-non-grata in a blue grass band I stayed at the Feed & Seed and kept the hot coffee coming for our guests. An hour later traffic was busy buzzing down the old Buncombe Turnpike and Christmas officially started in Fletcher.