Friday, July 4, 2008
I am thrilled that there is no indication that I will blow off my left ring finger today while attempting to light bootleg Mexican fireworks. I would be devastated if I ruined my future chances of sporting the three-karat diamond engagement ring that I am expecting on or around the day of my birth. (Never mind that I have been expecting that very same gift for more birthday's than I can count).
I see nothing that implies I will drink too many Bomb-Pop Martinis and embarrass myself by dancing naked in the front yard at the New Digs. A bad habit that I am proud to say I have worked hard to overcome.
Finally, there is no portent suggesting that my lifeless body will be dredged from the bottom of the lake after a hideous air mattress accident. This one was never really a big concern because I would never ever be caught dead in lake water.
Overall, it looks like it is shaping up to be a great day. Just in case you care to join me in the debauchery, here is the recipe for Bomb-Pop Martinis:
Bomb Pop Martini
1oz Dekuyper Island Blue
2oz Bacardi Razz
splash Sweet & Sour
1/2 sink grenadine