Thursday, January 22, 2009

Thank God it's Thursday.

I've worked a blazillion hours this week (not literally, but you'd never know it by looking at the big, puffy, purple bags under my squinty, glazed, bloodshot eyes) but my mom just sent me this little gem that suddenly made the day much more bearable. Cosmo's tonight with my friend, Ronni, will put hopefully me over the top. And,'s the weekend! Whooo-hooo!

Joan visited a psychic of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news: "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt - prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."

Visibly shaken, Joan stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked:

"Will I be acquitted?"

The Sex in the Suburbs Cosmo (PRINT RECIPE CARD)
1 1/2 oz vodka
3/4 oz triple sec

3/4 oz cranberry juice
1 oz fresh lime juice

Fill a cocktail shaker up halfway with ice cubes, then add the vodka, triple sec, cranberry and lime juice. Shake well, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.

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