It may be way too warm and humid to drink . . .

bourbon and rye, . . .

but I can THINK about it.

I think I'm getting bourbonsick and ryesick.

Ahm tieuhd ob dwinking wum and giwn. Ah don' wan' dwink wum and giwn no maw. I wan' my buwbun 'n' wye.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! :cry:

But it's mid-August. Tomorrow is the first anniversary of The Great Blackout of The Terrorist Era, and soon it'll be kickoff, and then . . .

TWO FEET OF SNOW, SHOVELING, MINUS FIVE DEGREES, WHEEZING, CHICKEN SOUP, RYE, SHOVELING, MORE CHICKEN THOUP, MORE WHEEZING, BOURBON!!! THE JETS GO 0-16!!!

So, why should this winter be different from all other winters?? :dunno: :duh:

Ah miss my buwbun 'n' wye. :cry:

Just returned from the city. Had to see some freelance clients, but then I was cancelled out of going to the firm, so here I am at home, and it's colder here than it was four hours ago up your way, so it's probably colder for you now. Yes, I'm thinking rye myself.

By the way, the official low here Sunday morning was 49.

Took the Colonel's suggestion and had a two shot glass of my No. 2 rye, Van Winkle Family Reserve 13 year old, 95.6 proof. They're replaying some of my favorite track and field events from the evening show. Love it. It's back up to 61 here after a 0100 hour reading of 59. :dunno: :duh: :?