Sometimes I Think I'm Not Smart

And sometimes I think I'm very smart, because I don't think too hard or let life get too difficult. It's been a long day, but I got a lot done and now I'm eating cheese (some Havarti-ish business with peppercorns in it), drinking wine and watching Reno911!: Miami with my sister. I really like this movie. And I don't care who knows. I also wish I could beat box. Maybe that'll be my New Year's resolution: Get better at beat boxing. It shouldn't be too hard, either, because it would be pretty hard to get worse. Boom...puh-chhhhh...bomp,bomp...puh-chhhh!

This is like a grownup version of Party-in-a-Bag, which Lady M (my pre-wedded "bliss" roommate) and I used to enjoy immensely. Here is a recipe for Party-in-a-Bag, but there are many variations, so feel free to experiment.

Party-in-a-Bag

1 Whitman's Sampler (you can substitute a couple of KitKats or bags of Raisinets.)

2 Cans of Diet Coke or Coke, or Diet Dr. Pepper.

1 Large (party size) bag of good potato chips, like Ruffles.

1 tub of French Onion Dip.

1-2 magazines, like US Weekly or People

1 movie. Back in the day, we used to buy a video at Wal-Mart. We would only buy the ones that were five dollars or less. Our collection included The Brady Bunch Movie, Totall Recall, True Lies (or something like that), St. Elmo's Fire, The Breakfast Club and Nine to Five, all excellent films. Nowadays I guess you could just download a movie, but that might give you too many choices.

1 Tijuana Mama pickled sausage, just for laughs (although once the other snacks are gone, the Tijuana Mama does not seem so bad.)

Serve immediately. Sit on couch and enjoy!

Husbands are fun, but some husbands are too fancy to enjoy Party-in-a-Bag. Hmph.

Namasté, y'all.