Oh, what HAVE I been doing with my time?

There are times when it can be said best with a Limerick. My condolences.
















There once was a lass named Diana
Whose garage looked like a slum in Havana
With piles of crap, much!
And dead bugs and such
And slimy, black skins of banana.

Poor, sad piano from my childhood. We need to get it moved into the basement. It weighs hundreds and hundreds of pounds. Yes, we could hire a few guys to come out and do it, but that would require me to make a phone call and write a check.





And so at the start of her vacation,
She felt it was her destination
To clean all the crud
And evict all the bugs,
The mouse turds, and large spider nation















And see, we have here a garage clean
Just look at that shine and that sheen!
The cars are not scared
To be left in its care
A room that is fit for a queen?

The water is from me hosing the concrete down, getting rid of the dog whiz. Did I mention that Molly-pup is a submissive pee-er? Yes? More than once? She's 8 months old and still doing it. Bleh. We're still hoping she'll outgrow it. We may well be hoping that for the next 15 years, at which point, we'll attribute it to canine senility. Always good to have a back-up story.


Yes, the piano is still there. The windows are now clean-ish, though, and no longer the world's largest dead bug cemetery. Ew. Triple Ew with a heaping helping of ugh. No wonder I felt the need to come up with the 'Clean Garage' as a reward.





Well, no it smells not like carnations
It's only a garage, for tarnation!
But that is not all
Our lass had one more call
And invented a brand new libation!


I call it 'Clean Garage' but would welcome a better name for it. It is very cold, fizzy, refreshing, slightly sweet and makes you smile:

Clean Garage
Take a large, slender glass and fill it 1/2 full with ice cubes.
Add a shot or so of good quality gin (it's no fun if you hurt the next morning from bad gin).
Add some apple-passion-mango juice (Old Orchard brand makes one, here in the States) to the level of the ice.
Fill the rest of the glass with tonic water and stir.
A mint sprig would probably make a lovely garnish but I've not had the oomph to trot the distance to the herb garden (a whopping 30' from the kitchen) as I was beat.

So, anybody come up with a better title?
I've never invented a drink before.
Clearly time off agrees with me.

Next? Strip and paint the porch, of course!

(dirty!)