Friday, March 25, 2011

Firewater Friday - Malibu Dreams

A pet peeve of mine is people who wear pajamas and/or slippers out in public.  It is the epitome of laziness . . . it looks slovenly and trashy.  Isn’t sloth one of the deadly sins?

People who are guilty of committing the deadly sin of sloth are punished in hell by being thrown into snake pits. I really don't see a connection between sloth and snakes. Why not make them get out of bed, take a shower and dress in appropriate clothing?

I am by no stretch of the imagination a fashionista; I’m a jeans and sneakers gal through and through.  But I would never entertain the thought of leaving the house without being dressed.  I won’t even take the garbage out wearing my slippers.  It just isn’t done.

I see it nearly everywhere I go; the grocery store, the bank, on the sidewalk.  People in fuzzy slippers, in bathrobes . . . I think pajama bottoms stuffed into Ugg boots might be the worst.  It drives me absolutely bonkers!

Even as a child it bothered me . . . women going about their errands with curlers piled high on their head and wearing a housecoat . . . stressing housecoat . . . you know for wearing inside the house.    I always thought the point of putting rollers in your hair was to make it look nice . . . why in the world would you go out in public looking like that?  I just don’t get it.

And, now it seems as though it’s becoming publicly acceptable to roll out of bed and stroll out the front door without so much as a glance in a mirror.  Sloppy sloppy sloppy. 

I don’t necessarily give a hoot what people think about me.  However, I do care about what *I* think about me and I won’t go out looking like Oscar Madison on laundry day with a raging hangover.  Denim and cotton may not be fancy but it’s neat and clean and presentable.

For the love of Pete, unless you’re Hugh Heffner, having a medical emergency or a baby put some freakin’ clothes on when you leave the house!
In California, it is illegal for women to drive while wearing a house coat.  Just sayin’ . . .

Malibu is in California . . . 

Malibu Dreams

3 shots Malibu rum (or Bacardi)
1 splash Grenadine syrup
Fill with 7-Up (or any lemon-lime soda)

Mix Malibu and Grenadine together. Fill with soda.  This drink should have a just a blush of pinkness. 

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