One thing leads to another and you find yourself unexpectedly spending the night.

Your (yippee!) lover thoughtfully hands you a spare toothbrush and his tube of toothpaste.

You finish brushing and then hunt around for some floss.

Mouthwash, shaving cream, foot spray, deodorant, Tylenol…no floss.

You open the bathroom door and stick your head out.

“Hey! I can’t find the floss!”

“I don’t use it.” you hear from the bedroom.

Pause here.

What would be running through your head right now?

Are you thinking about the barbeque ribs and spinach salad you had for dinner?

Are you thinking:

“Yippee! snacks for later!” or “Yuck! Leftovers!” ??

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I have dated an Irish guy though. He had the reddish hair and freckles and everything.

I had an Irish landlord. Mr. O-Apostrophe. He had the lilting Irish accent and everything. Other than that, he wasn’t all that lilty.

Anyway, I figgered what the O-hey and I wore green today in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. Theoretically, this means I avoid getting pinched. Like I’m gonna let someone pinch me if I’m not wearing green!

I don’t like getting pinched. When I was a kid, adults would pinch my cheeks. I don’t like my cheeks pinched.

Any of them.

But I do like the color green.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

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I had this dream.

In the dream I was walking.

It was night.

The sidewalks looked flat in the light of the moon.

The bushes and trees in the yards were blurry and soft.

A cat dashed out from under a bush, ran across the empty street.

It looked black. All cats are black in the dark.

It was a boring dream.

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The frosty glass was edged in large-grained salt. As I sipped the green-hued concoction, the salt, reminiscent of the primordial soup from which we emerged, mixed with the sweet-bitter tang of lime and the green astringency of tequila, creating an elixir paradoxically refreshing and mellowing.

Ms. Q does not drink frozen alcoholic concoctions.

Alcoholic “slushies” are not for her.

In such instances where a chilled liquid of intoxication is called for, it’s “on the rocks” and “over ice.”

I drink water, coffee, occasionally tea and usually red wine. I rarely drink anything else. But sometimes…only a Margarita will do and when I want one, it should be Perfect.

The Perfect Margarita

- 3 ounces 100% agave white or reposado tequila *
- 2 ounces Cointreau or Grand Marnier
- 1 ounce fresh lime juice, if using Cointreau

or

- 2 ounces fresh lime juice, if using Grand Marnier

Instructions

1. Shake all of the ingredients over ice for 10-15 seconds.
2. Strain into a chilled, salt-rimmed (optional) cocktail glass.

Serves 1

* Ms. Q is not an expert on Tequilas.
However, she’s read that the best (top-shelf) ones are: Chinaco, Don Julio, El Tesoro, and Herradura and that Cuervo makes a dynamite reposado tequila called Tradicional.
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