
Thursday night, out to celebrate, I gazed into my gin and thought -- I know what hidden message I see in the melting ice.
Do you see it?
Speaking of judging by appearance, I am beginning to wonder what image I project. The restaurant wasn't busy, so the bartender served as our waiter. He asked Husband Dearest, if he'd like a beer or a glass of wine. Asked me, if I'd like a lemonade or maybe some iced tea.
I replied, I want a gin and tonic with Bombay Sapphire Gin and don't be shy pouring the gin.
I swear, he did a double take, then said, a girl after my own heart.

Tim Gunn says, "You can't control how you're perceived, only how you're presented."
Apparently, my presentation is somewhere south of Queen Victoria.
Alas.