TonyD
One Shot One Maggie's Drawers
I don't normally openly air aspects of my personal life. However, I thought I'd make an exception and share with all of you activities of last evening.
In preperation for my mother-in-law's 75 birthday today, we began celebrating yesterday afternoon by kicking off with cocktail hour at approximately 1600. I stuck my tried and trued favorite, Beck's beer. After many servings, and in preperation of dinner, at 1800 hrs. I enjoyed a quanity of hors d'ouerves consisting of fried chicken livers, gizzards, and beer.
The main course soon followed at 1900 hrs. and I dove into my entree of chiken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, fried okra and beer. I quickly topped this off with a dessert of the remaining livers and gizzards, oh and beer.
At 2200 hrs. not feeling fully satisfied, and developing one my occasional migraines from an old neck injury, I decided to top the evening off with ice cream and motrin, and slip off into a very restless slumber knowing all would be well in the morning.
At 0200 hrs. I was abruptly roused from my slumber by a deep, distant and menacing rumble and experiencing an odd discomfort.
At 0205 hrs. I jumped from my rack, donned and clear in 9 seconds and executed a tactical CAX (Ceramic Atomic eXplosion, for those who don't know). However, all stealth was lost early as the noise discipline became uncontrollable. I attempted to apply a liberal amount of aerial antidote but realized it was a losing battle as my 13 year old trusty friend, a cocker spaniel named Beau, became extemely annoyed and made a hasty retreat from my AO.
At 0232 hrs. the all-clear was given and I secured from M.O.P.P. level 4 only to find my finace' had also executed a fighting withdrawl and was now defending the living room couch. I cawled back into my rack at 0235 a very beaten and worn out specimen of a man. So much for Swift, Silent and Deadly.
In preperation for my mother-in-law's 75 birthday today, we began celebrating yesterday afternoon by kicking off with cocktail hour at approximately 1600. I stuck my tried and trued favorite, Beck's beer. After many servings, and in preperation of dinner, at 1800 hrs. I enjoyed a quanity of hors d'ouerves consisting of fried chicken livers, gizzards, and beer.
The main course soon followed at 1900 hrs. and I dove into my entree of chiken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, fried okra and beer. I quickly topped this off with a dessert of the remaining livers and gizzards, oh and beer.
At 2200 hrs. not feeling fully satisfied, and developing one my occasional migraines from an old neck injury, I decided to top the evening off with ice cream and motrin, and slip off into a very restless slumber knowing all would be well in the morning.
At 0200 hrs. I was abruptly roused from my slumber by a deep, distant and menacing rumble and experiencing an odd discomfort.
At 0205 hrs. I jumped from my rack, donned and clear in 9 seconds and executed a tactical CAX (Ceramic Atomic eXplosion, for those who don't know). However, all stealth was lost early as the noise discipline became uncontrollable. I attempted to apply a liberal amount of aerial antidote but realized it was a losing battle as my 13 year old trusty friend, a cocker spaniel named Beau, became extemely annoyed and made a hasty retreat from my AO.
At 0232 hrs. the all-clear was given and I secured from M.O.P.P. level 4 only to find my finace' had also executed a fighting withdrawl and was now defending the living room couch. I cawled back into my rack at 0235 a very beaten and worn out specimen of a man. So much for Swift, Silent and Deadly.