Just Tooling Around

I just now used a pair of vise grips to open a bottle of amaretto. There was a desperate quality to the twisting that can only be attributed to Jesus's birth.

Work's been crazy lately. Life's been crazy. Even my normal wackiness has taken on an extra sheen o' nut. But things will calm down once our lord is born.

Except then there's Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and the baby new year and whatnot.

I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

The bon vivant of the world have energy for the important things, like opening bottles of amaretto. I bet they don't need vise grips...vice grips...oh well, bottoms up! Now where are those pliers, I need a smoke...