Firewater Friday - Yodel-Le-He-Hoo!

Yodeling . . . I get visions dancing in my head of Heidi in pig tails frolicking through the Swiss Alps with her grand-pappy and a plethora of goats.

In fact, yodeling comes in many forms 
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Used by shepherds as calls to round up their livestock, in African tribal songs, by Tarzan as he swung from vine to vine, and a tasty cream filled snack cake.

I was recently introduced to a new and entertaining form of yodeling . . . cat yodeling.  Also known as . . . playing the Angry Bagpipes.

Depending on your instrument . . . engaging in cat yodeling is not for the faint of heart . . . painful in many instances.  For me . . . by invoking this soulful sound I am taking my life into my own hands.  My cat . . . clearly not amused.  Protective gear . . . totally recommended.

Screwrita

A margarita with orange juice . . . yums!

1/2 Cup Ice

1/2 Cup Orange Juice

1 Fluid Ounce Tequila

1/2 Fluid Ounce Triple Sec

1 Teaspoon Sugar

1 Dash Fresh Lime Juice

Fill a glass with ice. Pour the orange juice, tequila, triple sec, sugar, and lime juice over the ice; stir.

Political correctness is tyranny with a happy face.

I hate what the world is coming to . . .

The other day I was grabbing a dose of caffeine from the cafeteria where I work.  The cashier . . . an older gentleman . . . said to me as I handed him my a dollar bill, “just the coffee, honey?”.

As I’m pouring the elixir of alertness he came up to me and apologized, not once by three times.  AND he said he hoped he hadn’t offended me.  For what?  Well, for calling my honey.

I assured him he hadn’t offended me in the slightest.  He told me that someone had said something to him about it the other day who had been offended.  Can you believe that??

For what?  Being polite?  Being sweet?    He’s wasn’t hitting on me, for God’s sake.  He was just being nice.

All this political correctness crap is . . . well . . . crap.

I’m living in a world of hyper-sensitive ninnies!