We'll Drink To That! And That! And That...

We don't always drink shots and have chips and salsa for dinner on Fridays, but...

Oh wait - yes we do!  And when we do, we take turns giving a short toast, with each shot.  Notes:  1) We are not toastmasters.  2) We take tiny shots, so coming up with new toasts - especially now that neither of us works in a Vortex of Doom, anymore -  can be problematic.

We start small.

[Maris]:  To having survived this week - and to surviving this weekEND.  

Joe:  To paydays!

[M]:  To being rescued and returned to our homeworld.

Joe:  Yes!  And to not leaving a paper trail.

[M]:  To Chips-and-Salsa Friday nights.

Joe:  Here's to the Garbage Pail Kids (they never lie) - Here's to Transformers, 'cause there's more than meets the eye!

[M]:  All shots, all the time!

Joe:  Here's to heat pumps.

[M]:  TOAST!  (Raisin toast, especially)

Joe:  To the Patron Spirits Company, makers of the best-tasting rum I've ever had.  They make a nice tequila, too.

[M]:  To our dinner NOT being made of goat chops, asafoetida, petite French lentils, brownie edges, used tea bags, and quince paste.

Joe:  To drinking enough to come up with better toasts - or buttered toast.

[M]:  Mmmm... raisin toast?

Joe:  Of course.  Or, you know, French.

[M]:  Yay!

Joe:  Your turn.

[M]:  Here's to the NL and AL managers of the year (our very own Matt Williams and Buck Showalter).

Joe:  To the humans who managed to land a washing-machine-size robot on the surface of a comet, 300 million miles away, after a 9-year flight through space.

[M]:  To the Star Trek transporter!

Joe:  Here's to finding and/or remembering that ass-hattery quote...


Postscript:  We can do so much better.  So here's to the fact that so few people will see this, before we have a chance to redo it.