Never Argue With An Aries or Touch Her Peaches
Bellini's.
A drink that I am dying to make, if I could remember what the hell to put in it.
I found a quick recipe for it online, printed it out and laid it on the kitchen table.
Saturday night, I am like "Oh yes, we have to make them soon! Pears and Champagne! Sooooo GOooooOOoooood!"
i think we clarified earlier that I was drunk, right?
So, MsP is like, "isn't it peaches?"
I am like "NoooooOOOoo, you silly nilly! It's pears!!! There you go again forgetting things. Tsk, tsk on you!" and then I poked her on the nose lovingly.
MsP: No, Ahta, it's peaches. I read it on that recipe you left.
Me: Nooooo, you silly girl! Stop that...right now! It's pears!
MsP: Dude, its peaches.
Me: It's peaches!
MsP: See!@
Me: I am sooo playing with you! I'm so not
MsP: Whatever.
Me: When we get home, I am so showing you. Oh, and I WUUUUUUUV you!
MsP: uh-huh.
So. We get home and we forget about it.
Sunday rolls around and I am thinking about it and I go online to look up how to do a Bellini since I can't find that paper for the life of me and guess what?
Peaches, people.
Peaches.
1 Comments:
dkzone
yall startin to sound married. LOL
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