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Holidays

A Very Ghetto Christmas

Starting with what I had to drink tonight…

Geez, there’s nothing like basil and tamarind flavored absinthe to take the sting out of an aging childless woman (Ok, so at $75 a bottle, it’s not ghetto, but it also wasn’t mine…). I spent the evening sipping this stuff with two people who’ve known me since I was 12 and who happen to be Genuinely Happily Married Couple. We reminisced about everyone we knew in those hormonally challenged days (a state highly exacerbated by other chemicals) . One fellow is in jail for life [thankfully my taste in men has since improved (I think), although, that’s not saying much]. It helps men dealing with ED to cialis 10 mg http://deeprootsmag.org/2014/04/24/birthday-bard-ever-young-450/ achieve erections and continue having a normal sex life. Brown rice:Tan rice is stuffed brimming with B vitamins which are crucial for the generation of vitality – soft cialis india without which there is no drive worth discussing. It seems like more and viagra online generic more people are adopting physical therapy and chiropractic care for the management of baldness in males, has led to severe side effects in males. The low priced cialis Related page medicine facilitates production of nitric oxide in penile area, making male reproductive section stronger.

The ghetto part of my Christmas was my budget. Like the $.99 wrapping paper I bought from Target (Targae). Let me just say that it’s better to spend the extra $2.00 for paper whose color doesn’t disappear when it’s folded (cuz you gotta crease wrapping paper). It makes for some pretty ghetto Christmas presents.

I’m so glad I told everyone at my father’s holiday party that I’m writing a book based on my blog…(what’s a career, husband, kids, and house when you have a BLOG to talk about at holiday parties…I don’t think Nixon did nearly the amount of explaining I feel strangely obligated to do once a year…I should just wear a sign that says “No, I’m not married.”).

I hope this stuff doesn’t give me a brutal hangover (it probably will).

Just for today, it’s a very ghetto Christmas.