Cocaine Princess here.
This morning my sister and I went out for breakfast. We selected a really nice and ritzy restaurant in town. And yes this time "we" means "me."
I'm browsing through the menu items and all I wanted was the fruit plate: pineapples, oranges, kiwis and grapes. My sister who has more or less become my warden by watching and monitoring my every movement had other plans. When the waiter approached our table "A" decided to order (without even consulting me first) on my behalf:
Omelet with green peppers and tomatoes
Bacon, Sausage
2 English muffins with jam
She ordered the same for herself. I sat across the table from "A" and just stared at her. She stared back while smiling.
"Something on your mind?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact there is," I replied. "I have an idea: why not just stick me in a damn high chair and spoon feed me."
"Goodness darling you're in a cranky mood this morning," she commented.
"Because I can't keep eating food like this, at least not everyday. It would be one thing if I was able to exercise the full 2hrs to burn off the fat but even that has been cut short to 20 min. a day. You keep making me eat foods against my will."
"It's for your own good. You need to take proper care of your body."
"I'm well aware of my body and I've been doing a fine, no I've been doing a great job looking after it," I said back.
"This coming from the girl who insisted on shopping while having the chicken pox because of a dress she absolutely had to buy."
At that moment the waiter brought our food. I waited until he left to give her my reply.
"I didn't know I had the chicken pox, alright."
"You had red spots all over your body, you were running a fever and you could barely walk. Never mind the fact you don't listen to what anybody tells you, you don't even listen to what your own body is telling you. Darling admit it, you are stubborn."
I rolled my eyes and thought, 'oh lord not the "admit it you are stubborn speech" again.
You know what, I don't like this side of you," I stated. "The bossy and controlling side of you."
"Darling I'm not being bossy or controlling. I'm only doing this for your own good. Your health is important to me." she stated back.
"You maybe older than me but remember I'm bigger and stronger than you."
I picked up my fork and knife and then decided to admit something to my sister..........
Breakfast looked, smelled and tasted delicious.
What? Did you think for a second I was going to admit to her I'm stubborn? Never, because I'm not.
HAPPY HOUR 7:00PM
Wow! I can't believe it's Day 10 of Happy Hour nor can I believe this is the 10th night in a row I've been having a drinkie. Let's take a look at the past 9 drinks I've had so far:
WATERMELON MARGARITA
POMEGRANATE MARTINI
BLUE HAWAIIAN
TEQUILA TWILIGHT
PEACH DAIQUIRI
MARGARITA
STRAWBERRY BANANA COLADA
POMEGRANATE COSMO
Right after last night's not so great tasting drink my sister began concocting another one that required overnight refrigeration.
Today Happy Hour occurred in my household at 7:00. She made a RASPBERRY MANGO SANGRIA.
INGREDIENTS:
1 Bottle Spanish Red Wine
1 Mango, sliced
2 cups of fresh raspberries (or thawed frozen)
1 lime, sliced
3 oz brandy
2 tbsp of superfine sugar if desired
1 Can club soda
DIRECTIONS:
Combine all ingredients in a bowl or pitcher except for the club soda. Let sit in refrigerator over night or at least 8 hours. When ready to serve stir in club soda for sparkle.
And down the hatchet Day 10 of Happy Hour went.
My verdict?
Incredibly delicious especially while sharing a plate of tortilla chips and salsa out on the patio with my (bossy and controlling) sister.
20 minutes later still out on the patio I spot what some may call a UFO if they were standing far away but because I was so close I could easily identify what exactly the UFO was. A nerf racket went flying into the air landing in my yard followed by loud giggles and then a little voice saying:
"Helloooooooo?"
"The gate is open," I said.
The 2 cheeky little lambs from next door came running over.
"Is that lemonade. I like lemonade, may we have some please?" one of them asked placing his hand on the pitcher.
"No, no you can't drink this," I said moving the pitcher away.
"Why not?" the other asked.
(Because one glass and you'll be bouncing off the walls I thought to myself)
"You're not going to like this. If you go inside "A" will get you guys something else."
Making their way in I questioned how their newest addition to the family was doing.
"Norby doesn't get along with our other doggie. He won't play with him," the one replied and then asked,
"Can we have some chips?"
"Help yourself," I said.
After grabbing a handful they both went inside and then I remembered at that moment I had forgot to request that they remove their shoes.
Hmm, Norby doesn't like to play with the hideous creature with four legs. Can't say I blame Norby. The poor dog is probably scared to death of him.
Tomorrow Day 11 of Happy Hour.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
