As in, I QUIT. I am tired of writing a blog a day. You are tired of reading a blog a day, so let's just wrap this up and eat some Easter candy.
R is for Rapture. My mother-in-law is so certain that Frank and I are going to be left behind that she has stockpiled bottled water and Vienna sausages in her garage, so we'll have supplies. True story.
S is for Sasquatch. I believe.
T is for Trifle. I have decided that the Bourbon Krispy Kreme White Chocolate Raspberry Trifle is going to be my signature summer dish for potlucks and such.
U is for Ukulele, which has replaced chickens as the latest hipster obsession.
V is for Visible Varicose Veins. I hope I never get them...or a goiter.
W is for Werebear. Werewolves are so 2013. Werebears are totally WERE it's at.
X is for Xerophagy. I did not participate in this fast which takes place on the week leading up to Easter and involves eating only bread, salt, water, and vegetables. No meat, fish, milk, cheese, butter, oil, wine, seasonings or spices are allowed. A life without cheese and wine is not a life worth living...even for a week.
Y is for Yeti. I just want to reiterate, I believe.
Z is for Zymurgy, thank God for this branch of chemistry dealing with brewing and distilling...
which reminds me, nothing goes better with Peeps that bourbon. And there you have it...Blogging from A to Z. Fin.
Sharing All I KNOW about the fine art of voluptuating. here's to living the lush life.