Ah, the post-Thanksgiving hangover. It’s not really a booze hangover, as much as it’s an “Overeating, overdrinking, under-workingout, miss-my-family-alread” hangover. And I’m feeling it (though I don’t actually leave until tomorrow morning.)
The boys have started trickling back to their respective towns (I’m the eldest of five kids, 3 brothers, 1 sister) and the relative quiet in the house is setting in. Yes, there’s still my mom, my dad, my sister, my brother, two dogs, and a turtle with me…. but you know what I mean.
It’s been a busy weekend, and though I didn’t take my camera out too much, I managed to snap a few bits and pieces for this week’s Six Pack Sunday.
Six Pack Sunday: Thanksgiving Hangover
1. Pretzel Perfection
I never ever eat pretzels in North Carolina. It’s just not something I’ll go out and get for myself.
In Pennsylvania, though, all bets are off. When I’m around Snyder’s hard pretzels, I can’t control myself. And the twist in the middle of the pretzel…. if anyone says that’s not the best part, they’re just sitting on a throne of LIES!
2. Sipping on Small Business Saturday
Wanna get more customers in the store on Small Business Saturday?
Offer free mimosas to customers.
Bonus perk: they drink a few, maybe they get a little looser with their moneys. Win-win, all around.
Inspired by the ever-wise Jessica’s recipe, and an airplane bottle of Smirnoff Fluffed Marshmallow vodka, I enjoyed a s’moretini on Friday night.
If you like your booze to taste like a campfire treat, make these. ASAP.
4. Booty Bump
Did anyone but me miss this story until just today?
This woman in Miami tried to get a butt implant on the cheap from a Fake Doctor named Oneal Ron Morris, who filled her butt with super glue, tire sealant, and cement for $700.
Very very scary stuff. Folks, if you decide to get major surgery on your body, and someone is willing to “make a deal” with you, you should probably see the red flags and head for the hills.
5. Remember the Memories
My aunt, who hosted Thanksgiving dinner this year, actually lives in my old neighborhood in Delaware that I lived in from birth until about age 10. Of course, we had to sneak over to my old house and give a hug to the tree outside of it.
Totally normal, yeah?
6. Mother-Daughter Piercing Party
My mom and I have sort of made a tradition in the recent history of getting pierced together. It’s like we egg each other on and WHAM, my eyebrow’s pierced.
Well, this Saturday, we took a walk around downtown West Chester, PA and stumbled across High Rollers Tattoo, which received glowing reviews on Yelp.
After signing a few waivers, holding each others hands for pain transmission, and admiring our new bling, we were done!
We each got the “helix” piercing, prompting my mom to call us a Double Helix.
Now you know where I get my sense of humor.
Did you have any exciting family adventures this weekend?
How about any impromptu piercings? No? Just me?