<p>If you’re taking Carolyn tequila, here’s a recipe for you.</p>
<p>Prepare a drink as if you were making a margarita but instead of salt, rub the rim in those small downy feathers like those you find in some very nice pillows.</p>
<p>You will have made a…</p>
<p>wait for it</p>
<p>…Tequila Mockingbird.</p>
<p><em>groan</em>. Yep. Glad I waited.</p>
<p>:::pPahtoohie:::: The feathers went up my nose, but otherwise, not a bad…(wait for it)…cockatiel, Thedad! Hahahahaha! 
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<p>Somebody pass me the salt, please.</p>
<p>I thought your were going to say</p>
<p>Margachoota</p>
<p>Slugg:</p>
<p>No salt!! I don’t want anything to happen to you. And stay away from those beers. I’ll pass on the feathers. SBmom needs to stop twirling those little umbrellas; all of those colors going round and round are making me dizzy.</p>
<p>Raising my glass to Carolyn and her Daughter.</p>
<p>Curm, Got a good french wine? (yeah, we’re trying to be come highclass for the moment).</p>
<p>We could move a table on the side walk, call it a bistro and pretend we are drinking with Mootmom (since she would take us to Paris with her. I guess it’s a little far to go on a road trip). I heard that we were going to have a cabaret act tonight. Who’s performing? Hey I miss Crash right about now because she could really throw on a show.</p>
<p>Alu,
How’s your leg of the trip going?</p>
<p>I’m on my final night in China. Drinking Tsingtao…</p>
<p>Oo-la-la, good idea, Sybbi! Can you do the Cancan? My stage name is Tina Legs in the Air (merci, Moulin Rouge). How about that French dance where they throw one another all over the room? That happens occasionally here in the Alley, so I guess, we’re more cultured than we thought. :)</p>
<p>Sybbi, I’ll have to hide in your purse so that I’m not mistaken for a
small, brown cigarette. :o</p>
<p>Alumother: Is that a kind of rice wine? </p>
<p>an mi</p>
<p>Margachoota! SBmom, here’s how much I don’t have a life…</p>
<p>Dh and I were watching *Dead Like Me - Season Two<a href=“now%20out%20on%20DVD”>/i</a>, and the bartender in one of the scenes was serving up a tray of little, flaming drinks in tequila shooter glasses. </p>
<p>I exclaimed with smug delight, “Hey, I know what those are! They’re flaming tequila shots!” Dh gave me a look like how in the world would I know such a thing, given my lightweight, nearly-a-teetoteller, drinker status? </p>
<p>“Well, you see, Dear…I hang out in this seedy virtual bar on College Confidential with a bunch of seedy virtual barflies, and y’know, it just came up in conversation.” [Silence.] Crickets chirping.</p>
<p>Somebody hold the door to keep out the horde of Twenty-Somethings who are about to storm in and reiterate ever-so-rightously that I really don’t have a life. 
At least, that’s what my 21-y/o D told me right after her b/f stopped by for a quickie last weekend, and we told them to knock that (choose your own expletive, here) off! I’m now an official member of the Mean Moms Club. :o</p>
<p>Oops, spelling correction! Make that “ever-so-righteous,” with an “e.” ;)</p>
<p>I know what it is !
TsingTao is beer- we have it in the states too
I usually have tea with chinese food but with Thai food I like Singha 
no flaming shots though- I had never even heard of those!</p>
<p>slugg,
well you tell your d and the hordes of 20-somethings that you most definitely do have a life. You’re a slug. And you have a great night-life at the Sinner’s Alley Pub.</p>
<p>One of my clients has a refrigerator magnet with a photo of a Donna Reed looking mom that says:</p>
<p>“Embarrassing my children: just one of the services I provide.”</p>
<p>I have a postcard on my fridge with a photo of a June Cleaver-type mom doing the dishes in a 50’s kitchen. There are two young children helping her dry the dishes. The caption:</p>
<p>“You are good helpers,” says Mother.
(Over the kids’ heads) “THAT’LL BE FIFTY BUCKS!”</p>
<p>Do you suppose that when I’m dead and gone my children will argue over who gets Mom’s refrigerator postcard? Perhaps, not. </p>
<p>Embarrassing my teenagers is one of the services I provide. But, golly Ward, it works both ways…starting with the day I gave birth. Why not have a revolving door to the delivery suite (similar to an old-fashioned, Western saloon) where you can see wide-eyed strangers wandering past as they gawk at you half-naked in the yoga position known as Woman Holding Hot Curling Iron With Her Thighs? Yeah, that was fun. :D</p>
<p>Well I have a refrigerator magnet too. My says:</p>
<p>“I used to be hot…now it only comes in flashes.” </p>
<p>sob</p>
<p>Lololol!!!</p>
<p>(((snort))) Good one, Andi! :)</p>
<p>Here’s to the very last time I have to ever, ever fill out registration paperwork for my ds’s high school! Woot! Okay, it’s after Noon, so pick your poison. I’m popping a lovely bottle of Krug 1990 Vintage Brut Champagne. :::::fizzzzzz::::: Should be enough for the few of us to toast the “lasts” I won’t be sorry to see go this year. </p>
<p>I went up to the h/s this morning to verify our residency. Our school is so impacted that they are requiring every family to verify residency in the school district. I guess, I’m getting crotchity in my old age 'cuz all I wanted to do was go up there, show them my documents, and hustle back to the relative secrecy of my batmobile. It was too much to hope for. </p>
<p>Mother office volunteer I didn’t know: *“Oh, you’re ----'s mom.”<a href=“Crap,%20this%20could%20mean%20a%20lot%20of%20things.%20%20My%20history%20with%20office%20volunteers%20hasn’t%20been%20that%20stellar%20over%20the%20years.%20%20They%20tend%20to%20turn%20into%20desk%20Nazis,%20and%20they%20won’t%20let%20you%20state%20your%20business%20until%20you’ve%20dropped%20to%20the%20floor%20and%20given%20them%20twenty.”>/i</a></p>
<p>Me: *“Yes, I am.”<a href=“Sizing%20her%20up,%20I%20can’t%20tell%20if%20this%20is%20the%20mom%20of%20a%20kid%20who%20calls%20the%20cops%20by%20their%20first%20names,%20or%20is%20it%20one%20of%20the%20PTA%20mothers,%20or%20quite%20possibly,%20I%20might%20actually%20know%20this%20woman.%20%20Still%20to%20early%20to%20tell…”>/i</a></p>
<p>Me: “Do you know my son from seeing him (loitering in the hallways) around school?”</p>
<p>Mystery mom: *My son is in his class.<a href=“Damnit%20woman,%20give%20me%20more%20to%20work%20with!%20%20She’s%20good…cool%20as%20a%20cucumber.”>/i</a> They’re in the Rock 'N Roll club together. Your son is such a well-mannered, nice guy. (Barely audible sigh.) He’s your last one, right? Your D is in college, now. </p>
<p>Me: (She definitely knows more about me than I do about her.) *Yeah, he’s looking forward to his Senior year. Last year was not a fun year, but he got a job this summer, so things are looking up.<a href=“Parental%20warning%20light%20goes%20off%20in%20my%20head%20to%20cease%20any%20further%20discussion%20of%20either%20child.”>/i</a></p>
<p>Mystery mom: Oh, I know. Junior year is so hard.</p>
<p>Me (trying not to spill my guts): *Uh, huh. Sophomore year kind of sucks, too, but Junior year is harder.<a href=“Did%20I%20just%20say%20%22suck%22%20to%20this%20woman?!%20%20Blame%20it%20on%20Outgoing%20Parents%20Syndrome.”>/i</a> :o</p>
<p>Mystery Mom: (Shaking her head and smiling) It sure is. Well, have a good year.</p>
<p>Me: Thanks, you too. See you at graduation. </p>
<p>Not bad for my first office encounter of the year! Here’s to the last time I’ll have to show my property tax statement to a mystery parent at any high school anywhere on the planet. :D</p>
<p>One of my clients had my all time favorite refrigerator magnet (large):</p>
<p>Women don’t sweat, they don’t fa<em>t, they don’t belch. So they have to bit</em>h - or else they’d explode!</p>
<p>:D jmmom!</p>
<p>Gosh, can’t I leave for a couple of weeks without having to worry about all of you! It took a few hours to wade through all of the posts here in Sinner’s Alley alone, and all of it is a bit of a blur now. I can remember some part about mootmom going to Finland… a brief sad part somewhere along there… And I think that I recall some foreign languages… crude jokes… Carolyn came… and the part that I zoned out and discovered that jmmom is an addict (in more ways than one)… I’m getting dizzy. I think its time for someone to put me to bed, and I haven’t even sampled the drinks yet. Well, its 3:30 in the morning for me, so I’ll go to sleep after I pop into the Smith forum quickly. Good night, and stop having fun without me!!!</p>