Every morning as the holidays approach, I wish I had a little shot of whiskey to get me started. Thanks, early Santa!
No more vanilla bean, tropical breeze, baby's butt. It's time for my house to smell like a hunting lodge or a distillery.
It takes a little more than four bottles of vodka for me to be ready to party but to each his own I guess.
Alcohol takes too long to chill, let's get moving here!
I prefer my margaritas on the rocks instead of blended but I'll take what I can get.