mushy brain
Sunday, December 18th, 2005I cleaned up in the kitchen and hit the booze early (like at 8 am) because hot wassail sounded so good with zero degree temps outside. Nicole called it hot sangria. I can see the colonials tanking up on hot wassail while running around in the winter night singing carols to the town. Boozy, warm, and loud – that’s the life of a revolutionary…
here we go a wassailing
**Jump for more butter**