It didn't kill me yet. Never mind my pre-prandial cocktail, a Margarita (El Ultimo Agave
Blanco tequila, Grand Marnier
orange liqueur, freshly squeezed lime juice, 2:1:2, on the rocks). Tequila lovers sometimes call it "ta kill ya." I must be on to something with my limit of one cocktail per day. I always wait until the sun is over the yard arm, although admittedly it's always over the yard arm somewhere...)
Okay, you wanna know the full uncensored Greg? Here it is:
Yep, that's DC on the laptop, and that's my multi-purpose workspace. No neutral background this time, and that's my new plates from Cost Plus. Not sure if I'll keep the full service for 4, dinner plate, salad dish, smaller plate--I don't know what you call them. I'll keep service for at least 1--for photo--or maybe 2 so I can use them some day for company. (That's some MP3 players that I was fixing in the background. And some Rapidographs in the jar, for my pen and ink art hobby.)
Fresh pineapple bits on the side of the pork chops, sour cream and chopped green onions on the potato patty. Sauvignon Blanc courtesy Charles Shaw Winery (via Trader Joe's) sold at exclusive stores everywhere (if the store doesn't say Trader Joe's then they don't sell it). I'm still workin' on the dregs of the wine glass in the photo. Okay it's a cocktail glass. I'm too lazy to do anything other than rinsing out the cocktail glass to serve wine. I'd probably work harder if I had company...
Music courtesy of Fleetwood Mac, currently Golddust woman
, sorry, you can't hear that. (Any FM fans here?)
(Courtesy of You-Tube and my new Sony Blu-Ray player with Wi-Fi inside.)
And no, I couldn't eat all that. Looks like a pork chop sandwich somewhere in my future...