It’s Christmas in August for this vagabond poet.
In case you missed the giddy Tweets, earlier this week I was honored with a chance to guest-publish a poem on Drinkers With Writing Problems. Fantastic site, in case you’ve never had the pleasure. Go there. Just a heads up though, it’s BYOB.
I couldn’t be more excited for you all to read The Good Life. Special thanks goes out to Kim Nelson, keeper of the Ponytail Up blog, for getting my poem in the DWWP queue. Thanks, Kim. I’m sending you a bourbon basket.
Wait, is that even a thing? Do they actually make bourbon baskets?
If not, they really should. Someone, please steal this idea. Then promptly send me a free sample. “Free” being the operative word, since I’m broke. I would say “starving,” but fortunately I’ve stored enough blubber to keep my body functioning for many winters.
Okay, I think that’s enough self-deprecation for one blog post.
Now leave me alone to kill the rest of this Woodford Reserve in peace, dammit.
But, before you go, know this:
I love you.
P.S. Please Drink Responsibly.