It's a REPOST!!!!
But, that's okay, because Mina Lobo at Some Dark Romantic said it was totally cool to do this. She wanted to commemorate (hope that's spelled right. If not, sue me) her second year of blogging by sponsoring this contest. Our instructions were to pick a post (or our nose-she won't judge) from the past year and foist it upon our unsuspecting readers who came here expecting something original. The post below is from January of this year, let alone last year. So, quite a few you were here.
It just so happens that this is the season for reposts (CAUTION: Another one is coming on November 11th. And Christmas, Thanksgiving, and New Years. Maybe something original for Kwanzaa. I don't know) so I'm thrilled.
Anyway, there are are some other things I need to do (possibly something naked with a chicken-I won't judge), but I need to go back and read them from our master, Mina. All you'll need to do is enjoy (?) this blast from the recent past.
Which I haven't touched AT ALL! Resurrection Blogfest? I call it "Lay On My Dead Ass and Throw Leftovers Your Way" Fest.
Programming note: To make room for today's Resurrected Blog (that sounds dirty), the regularly scheduled "Captain Caption" will post on Saturday. Uh, if you care about that kind of thing that is.
A Venti By Any Other Name
|You can soak your pots and pans here.|
Can't take a bath, though.
Unless you're a midget.
Or David Spade.
The kitchen is very nearly complete.
As of today, we have a sink, and thank goodness for that. It got a little tedious soaking our pots and pans in the bathtub. Especially when someone was using it. We had to be extra careful rinsing them off, too, because even the smallest amount of Mr. Bubble left on dinnerware can give you the runs. Anyway, everything should be wrapped up by Wednesday. I’ll then take a few “before and after” (the before shots have already been taken...duh) pictures because I
won’t feel like writing anything know you’ll be interested.
The following is a repost, sort of. I can just hear you saying, “Awww, come on, Al! December wasfull of tiresome reruns! For all the money Blogger pays you, you need to be writing original stuff!”
But, honestly, it’s not like I'm foisting another one of those warmed-over holiday nightmares on you.
Instead of being a repeat of a post I wrote, this is actually a repeat of a comment I made on The Hospitable Scots Bachelor's October 19th blog. So, since he only has 12 followers, you’ve probably never read it.
|"If we want to call a Small a Tall, we will.|
|"If you soak that hot dog overnight,|
you might be able to get through it."
|"Hmm, maybe getting that doctorate|
in Womens Studies wasn't a good career choice."
“I’ll have a Large coffee.”
“You mean a Venti?”
“What’s a Venti?”
“It’s a Large coffee.”
“Why can’t I just say ‘Large’?”
“Because we’re Starbucks.”
“What? That’s frikkin’ stupid!”
“Well, sir, Starbucks doesn’t have Large coffees. We have Ventis.”
“Because for every time we say Venti, we send a penny to the rainforest.”
“Right to the rainforest.”
“Any rainforest will do. Although October is Amazon Month here at Starbucks.”
“You’re putting me on.”
|"Tell you what. We scrape up |
enough pennies, we're getting a couple shirts.
And a pair of pants for you."
“Sigh...okay, give me a Venti coffee.”
“What flavor!? Don’t you just have regular coffee?”
“I thought you said you wanted a Venti, sir. Our regular coffees are called Tall and our mediums are called Grande. So, if you w...”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, doesn’t Grande mean Large?”
“That’s only in Spanish-speaking countries, sir. We’re based in Seattle.”
“Well, that isn’t what I meant, anyway. I meant all I wanted was your basic coffee. You have choices?’
“Oh, yes, sir. We have Dark Roast, Extra Rich, Brazilian, Hazelnut, French Vanilla, Vanilla Ice, Jamaican Monkey Blend, Espresso, Australian Beaver Cheese, Mango Twist, Chinese Green Tea Coffee, Mocha Orgasm, Kona, Peruvian, Colombian, Mango Twist, Folgers...”
“Wait...what??? You made that up!”
“Which part, sir?”
“That part about Australian Beaver Cheese.”
“No, sir. Beavers are well known coffee drinkers.”
|"I don't get me some frikkin' Joe,|
that whole lodge and dam are coming down.
And then we'll see who's sorry."
“And the cheese...?”
“Same people, sir.”
“Well, yewww, I don’t want that. Give me Dark Roast.”
“Decaf, half caffe, third of a calf, full body, skinny, latte swirl, 10W 40, straight up...?”
“Sir? Sir?? Crap, Lost another one to Dunkin’ Donuts. Wonder if it was something I said?”
Okay, now, please go visit The Hospitable Scots Bachelor and tell him I sent you. He hasn't written anything since November 8th, so maybe he’ll write something new. Unless he's dead. Now that wouldn't be very hospitable.