<p>Aries, </p>
<p>Does this mean you are giving us up for a better class of drunk?</p>
<p>I hope not. Maybe you are just sharign your punch to whet our appetites. Don’t worry, we can munster up some clean glasses and a punch bowl.</p>
<p>We got the tail end of the nor’easter here in Western PA. Snowed on and off since last night with almost no accumulation. Rekindled my childhood by catching snowflakes on my toungue during my exer-walk today.</p>
<p>There was a raven behind our house today with a broken wing. Our vet neighbor gave us a box with orders to catch it and take it over to see what see could she do. </p>
<p>After a chase we were able to catch the bird. I looked down to pick it up and there was such a contast of colors: the bird an opalescent black against the white snow, then the blood running into the snow. I picked it up; I was amazed how light it was. My S and I were so sad. We took it to my neighbor.</p>
<p>We have not heard the news, but I am sure it is not good. Here’s a double for the bird.</p>
<p>Sybbie - Give y’all up for a better class of drunk? Hell no - I’ll continue my mission to make everyone around me a high-class drunk, the denizens of Sinners’ Alley included. 
Share in the punch. Mosey on over to my area for wine and chocolate.</p>
<p>You did a good deed, m&sdad. Good karma coming your way, I’m sure. At least, this is what it says in the Good Karma for Dummies book in the SA john. Rescuing a critter is always going to score some big karma points. Poor thing probably collided with a car or a window in the storm. </p>
<p>Ravens, I believe, are federally protected, and they rank right up there with canids as far as their cognitive abilities go. I think they can even balance their checkbooks. This one was just lucky enough to end up in your back yard. :)</p>
<p>Did anyone get a decent night’s sleep last weekend? WE DIDN’T! SluggS has our home confused with a flophouse, apparently. I woke up at 2:30 a.m. on Sunday morning, and he was out in the garage quietly playing the steel guitar with the Bob Dylan wannabe singer from his folk band. They must not have heard the sluggs snoring in the back bedroom. </p>
<p>My first thought was, “Okay, this is NOT going to go over well with EvilNeighbors,” and my second thought was, “HAH! Good, keep it up, boys!” There was momentary awareness of my appearance in the middle of the night which left us all temporarily incapable of speech. Then, the good suburban mommy thing kicked in, and I said something like, “Hey, you. Go home,” followed by a succinct description of how “things weren’t cool at his place, so could he stay here?” Jeez. 
“Fi–nne, but don’t do it again.” </p>
<p>Grabbed the laptop, the purse, the cell phone, the iPod, SluggH’s wallet, the digital camera, and went to bed. Got up 4 hours later and made enough noise to raise the dead. They left to practice their Dust Bowl ballads at somebody else’s house. SluggS finally tracked us down 12 hours later at our favorite Mex restaurant. We ate, we walked home, and we rolled into bed to watch the Flying Tomato win a Gold medal. </p>
<p>It was cool to see how happy the Flying Tomato’s parents were right after he won. They were probably crying from joy that their 19-year-old son would finally be able to afford his own place and move out. When your kid wins an Olympic Gold medal, I guess it probably doesn’t matter that he outs you on TV and tells millions of viewers that you faked illnesses at work and frequently called your kid in sick so that he could cut the pow pow on a school day. It seems that they were in his corner the whole way, and for that, they deserve a Gold medal, too. ;)</p>
<p>Happy 
Valentine’s Day! @~~></p>
<p>And thank you for the Daily Dose of Sluggbugg. Way to get the day going.</p>
<p>Happy love day to all of you.</p>
<p>bar keep! make me a nice red drink with a loveable name:D</p>
<p>Like a Shirley Temple with more than a Temple and a cherry. Happy Valentine’s Day to all.</p>
<p>Passing a little bowl of candy hearts that say I Luv U to all those in the alley… <3 <3 <3</p>
<p>Passing out chocolate-covered berries - both of which are good for your heart. Much love to my “online” friends.</p>
<p>Passing out. :)</p>
<p>((((shhhhh))))) Somebody pass me a Magic Marker… :D</p>
<p>Mustache? Big L on the forehead? Do tell…</p>
<p>Think we will all wake up with cotton mouth and tatoos, in fashionable Black sharpie, courtesy of SB</p>
<p>Please put your glasses and bottles down and take part in the poll I just started on the Dick Cheney hunting thread. But no drinking while voting or vice versa!</p>
<p>dadofsam,</p>
<p>we’ve got love for ya baby, but the polls, and political conversations are also reasons why we drink all day in SA.</p>
<p>Slugg, I think parent2009 is really your evil neighbor going incognito and raggin on people about schools on bumper stickers and rear windows.</p>
<p>How could this happen? SA slipping off the first page of the Cafe? Am I drinking by myself? (It’s a tough job, but one I’ll take on if necessary.)</p>
<p>My toast for today…here’s to financial aid packages arriving early and with numbers that are downright reasonable. I never expected that to happen, so I think I’ll have a double…</p>
<p>Oooooh, that is the best type of news, mezzomom. I can’t imbibe due to pending lab test, but that doesn’t apply to the cyberworld. I really feel like a glass of a chilled dry white. Skol!</p>
<p>Mezzomom, I’ll join you in whatever you’re having. Spent the day rescuing H from wrecking his truck; luckily no one was hurt but the stress was a killer. Now he’s doing the math to figure out whether to keep the diesel. People are driving so crazy nowadays, I’m wondering if it is due to cell phones or whether people have just lost their minds!</p>