The leprechauns, Caroline and CC, arriving to my surprise birthday party on Saturday with the second round of ingredients for mojitos.
In honor of St. Patrick's Day, CC showed off the mojitos "leprechaun juice."
They did taste quite good. Too good actually. This was me just before dinner.
As I stated on twitter the next day, they are now referred to as MojitNOs.
Last night, I celebrated my 34th birthday at The Neighbors house.
Caroline told a story that had us all collectively say, that is a Darwin Award if we'd ever heard one.
It began with her boss' mechanic named John.
John's dog was old and sick with cancer. Instead of taking the animal to the vet to be euthanized or as Kay the Redneck's family would do, out back and shoot it, he decided the more humane way would be to leave the dog in his garage, with the car running, so he'd die of carbon monoxide.
Although I didn't agree with this approach, I thought it was an interesting thought process.
After a significant amount of time, John went into the garage to check to see if his dog had moved on to the great doghouse in the sky.
He had.
Unfortunately for John, he didn't open the garage door.
He died too.
Here's to you John!
Yesterday was my 34th birthday so this week's Flashback Friday is focused on my 29th birthday in 2005.
My friend and coworker Susana very easily coerced me to leave the office a few minutes early to go to happy hour. She was calling from the parking lot and said, come down now, Let's Go!
So, in my own daydreaming bubble, I snuck out walked quickly to my car and then realized something was not quite right.
Tim and The Neighbors had ambushed my car and filled it completely to the top with balloons.
