Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Not to be confused with that broad from Nantucket





There once was a girl named Whiskey
She was smart, sassy and frisky
She had nothing to post
So she cooked up some toast
And then she went shopping.

16 comments:

McGone said...

Mmmmm... toast.

L Sass said...

Where did you find such a delicious photo of toast?

Butrfly Garden said...

Whatever happened to amatuer poetry night??

punchlinewalking said...

Mmmmmm....shopping.

Katrin said...

lovely! you have talent. ;)

Whiskeymarie said...

Butrfly-
Amateur Night Poetry (my brief foray into a second blog) died a quiet and most undignified death after much neglect and an addiction to prescription painkillers.
Fare thee well, ANP, fare thee well.

pistols at dawn said...

Can you provide me with a recipe for this toast?

Winter said...

Show pictures of what you purchased! I'm trying to cut back.. and I need a shopping fix..

Gretta said...

My favorite bedtime story. Ever.

Toast? Shopping? Fantastic.

surviving myself said...

that's a lot of butter. You know that's not good for you, right?

Gwen said...

Toast post!

WM said...

Yeah, I hear that Nantucket broad is pretty slutty.

Stacey said...

Of for freak's sake...I forgot to sign out of gmail.

That was me above

Anonymous said...

Whiskeymarie is quite the lass.
No one will ever match her class.
She’s a chef, a shopper and very smart.
She has made blogging almost an art.
To WM I hold up my wineglass.

Corny, but I tried. Haven't commented in a while. Thanks for the smiles!!

Patti

gorillabuns said...

FriskyMarie. I like the sound of it.

Suze said...

Oh a love story. I love those!