The time we save.

Why is it that hot beverages when they cool to room tempature feel colder than cold beverages warming to room tempeture?  Is it an actual difference in genetics of the two types of liquid?  Or is it mainly in our heads?  I'll leave that up to the quantum machanical type people.

Today was the crazy Lick a titty for St. Patty's day festival-ala-my sister and I at the Annex in Solon.  We are not allowed to be around each other when there is a never ending supply of beer and green eggs.  Well, minus the eggs.  We should have had more eggs due to our low tolerance today of everything Barrlied and Hopped!  We started the festivities at the ripe old hour of 8:30am and manged our way home at 3:00pm, I think.  I don't really remember the happening's on after 10:00.  I know we played this card game, Hockey.  It's easy enough to catch on to but also easy enough to puke up eggs over.  Neither one of us puked over the cards, thank goodness.  The sis, however, couldn't hold the porcelain thrown quick enough when we did get home.  The other sister was sent from God to pick us up at exactly the right time.  Who called her?  Who cares!  We're alive.  The walls in the bathroom are slightly tinted with the happiness of times passed that evening...uh, morning.  Needless to say my earlier blog about prejectile orange juice vomit and missing the toilet came to play out in the later hours of my sister's binge fest.  Too bad it wasn't orange juice, though.  That would have been a pretty splash of color added to the wall as opposed to brown.  Lesson learned.

I due remember the bacon on my pizza.  So good.