While we were at the International Premium Cigar and Pipe Retailers (IPCPR) trade show this past weekend, I realized about a year had passed since I started this blog. I vowed to check our start date. And then I forgot, because New Orleans is so hot your (my) brain turns (turned) to grits.***
So 305 posts later and 22 days late, happy birthday, little blog.
*Christmas, bitches. I am quite the holiday treat. Best gift my parents ever received.****
**A lie, but also a great (and somewhat clichéd) lead line.
***Which are not delicious, by the way. Although at a breakfast during the show, we saw a sign that said "Artisinal Grits." This is NOT a thing. The very nature of grits--and the word "grits" for that matter--is the complete and total opposite of anything artisanal. This is your brain in New Orleans. Any questions?
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*Christmas, bitches. I am quite the holiday treat. Best gift my parents ever received.****
**A lie, but also a great (and somewhat clichéd) lead line.
***Which are not delicious, by the way. Although at a breakfast during the show, we saw a sign that said "Artisinal Grits." This is NOT a thing. The very nature of grits--and the word "grits" for that matter--is the complete and total opposite of anything artisanal. This is your brain in New Orleans. Any questions?
****In other news, my newest obsession is what I'd like to do on my 50th birthday in 17 months--which is also 17 cigar giveaways from now. Things I know I won't be doing: getting a free meal at pretty much any restaurant that advertises free meals on your birthday and having everyone focus on me and nothing else. (Dammit, Jesus; it's my birthday too. Quit hogging the limelight.)
Happy Birthday! Keep up the good work!
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