tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow

Tomorrow it will have been forty days since I began the Limoncello, and have thus reached the halfway point.  It will be celebrated by mixing a simple syrup and adding it the infusion, and beginning the search for proper limoncello glasses in which to serve it and bottles in which to preserve it (hah!  it will be gone so fast my head will spin (or so I hope)), but still I plan to decant it into proper bottles.   Tomorrow, tomorrow ...

Meanwhile, today I sip a Hendricks martini, with a twist, which was waiting for me when I got home today from having my hair cut.  Hair stylists always want to blow my hair dry into a silly poodle-do, and then I have to come home and make it simpler, and I make a bee line for the bathroom like an embarassed, newly sheared dog hoping that no one sees me along the way.  My husband was smart enough, that is, he took direction well enough, to have my martini poured and his eyes closed when I got home -- what a man. 

ROTFL

Oh man, I needed that.  It's been about 12 hours since I first read it, and it still makes me laugh so hard that my tummy muscles ache.  It's the New York Times Magazine this morning, with its' recipe for Hisbiscus Punch -- good enough ingredients (basically it's Red Zinger, but who's counting?) -- but the part about vodka being optional?? There I go again ... whew ... it hurts so good to laugh this hard ...