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Huh! Some mustelids had to stay sober, ‘cos some mustelids were driving.

Still, plenty of time to catch-up 😉

Did the imbibulation occur prior to, subsequent to, or as a direct result of the ceremonial Tidying-Up of Stately Mustelid Manse?

And why does WordPress keep redlining me every time I type “mustelid”? I mean, *here*, of all places…

Just keeping a friend company, Bill. It’s only right.

Geez, wine in the afternoon. So soporific…

I finished my turn at jury duty by 2:30 and met some friends at a pub for a round or two. Then it occurred to me….why weren’t my friends at work. Somebody needs to work to foot the bill!

Well, if it was 1400 in the UK then it was already 1700 in Dubai. Somebody has to drink for those that can’t.

That’s totally the problem with early afternoon wine drinkage, stoatie: it’ll give me a nice buzz, but about fifteen seconds later I’m too tired to enjoy it.

That why I like my booze like I like my women: cheap, aged at least 18 years, strong, and never until late enough at night so I will have already gone to bed and can avoid embarrassing myself.

That made just remarkably little sense, so it must be time to stop pretending to work and go home.

Is that Weasel wine? I think you need your own label.

Meanwhile it’s definitely cocktail hour here. It’s also fire season. The Bull fire is raging, and it’s getting closer to my place in the Sierras.

Mother Nature will have her way. “Bwahahaha! Puny humans, now watch this!” It’s probably a record, 15,000 acres in about 48 hours. Shudder.

Stay safe, Allen. That sounds rough.

Stoatie?

Oh, she’s asleep.

Doesn’t snore much.

For a weasel. (snigger)

Umm.. I’m going to pay for that, aren’t I? 😉

Thanks, Uncle B, wildfires are a way of life. We are safely ensconced in our house in the valley, so it’s only a monetary risk. Insurance never covers it all.

As a Paiute friend of mine says: “the only thing you truly own, is your life.” Wise man, maybe that’s why he’s on the tribal council.

Ah ha. Well. No matter what time it is where you are, the sun is going down somewhere, and we should always toast the health of our cousins down under (surely I have a cousin down under … I simply must.)

Nobody minds a man having a morning eye-opener and it’s OK to have a bracer about 10 A.M. and a couple of drinks before lunch. A few beers on a hot afternoon keeps a man healthy, or at least happy. And, of course everyone drinks at a cocktail hour. A man can’t be criticized for having wine with his dinner, a liqueur afterwards, and a highball or two during the evening. But this business of sip, sip, sip, all day long has got to stop! —-W.C. Fields

A potential new hobby for an American Weasel in Darkest England (as though she were in need of one more hobby)?

There is the issue of businesses in England that possibly exist nowhere else on the planet. And, they have such descriptive names.

For example: “Purveyor of Asses Milk to Her Majesty.”

Who would have thunk that such a profession would (could?)have found itself elevated to such high stature?

Anyway….We need photographic evidence of these enterprises, for sure, as well as economic intelligence as to their long term viability.

I mean, there is something just so….”green shoots” sounding about “Purveyor of Asses Milk to His Anus, Barack H. Obama.”, and in these troubled economic times, we could sure use some new small business opportunities, such as: “Dealers in Cat’s Meat”, into which we can funnel copious amounts of TARP and Economic Stimulus funding. As I am sure you all will agree.

There are opportunities galore, methinks!

http://improbable.com/2010/07/28/signs-in-london-part-1

Ahhhhhhhh…but does this work with stoats?

http://improbable.com/2010/07/28/proper-opossum-massage/