I'm going to be the first one to admit that I don't know beans about whiskey. I needed some Bourbon for a pie recipe so I headed down to my local State Liquor Store. I was directed to the Bourbon by a helpful store employee but once there I still didn't know what I was really looking for. So this could be the entirely wrong kind of Bourbon to use in a pecan pie, but I'm going to give it a whirl.Going into a State Liquor store knowing that I don't drink liquor is a really strange thing. It's not that I'm worried someone will see me and think I'm a sinner (if they are judging, they have committed the greater sin, suckers). I just wonder what other people in the store are thinking about the crazy lady trying to ask questions about booze while they are trying to make eye contact to tell me to move it so they can reach their hooch. I must be like some yahoo tourist with the big map, camera and no sense of self awareness.
Maybe I should hit the tanning beds next.
4 comments:
I am sure the pregnant belly helped with the whole effect.
What I want to know is, how pregnant do you look? Because that just presents all the more reason for comedy. What's the pregnant lady doing in the state liquor store anyway?!
i sure wish my holiday was riddled with said hooch.
I really don't think I look pregnant yet, though my pants say other wise.
Stupid pants!
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