Open wide for this week’s spoonful of senility:
- Ash Wednesday: It’s that special time of year when smudged foreheads are common and we Catholics have Fish Fry Fridays — happy Lent, everybody!
- Tampa Bay’s 2nd Annual NEDA Walk: An organization I’m part of is sponsoring this annual walk for eating-disorder awareness. It’s this Saturday, Feb. 25, at Al Lopez Park — will you be there?
- Old-Lady Walks: When I need some time to myself (with Rachel), laps around the office lobby are in order. We channel our inner old ladies — now, if only we could wear neon sweat suits …
- This Song: The random song filling my mental jukebox all week long? “What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?” Not sure where it came from, but sure wish it would leave.
I’m still trying to figure out what I’m sacrificing this Lenten season. Till then, I can’t help but celebrate National Margarita Day with my biffle, Jose Cuervo. Cheers!
In honor of National Margarita Day, I would like to raise a glass, a maraca and a sombrero to one of my favorite drinks. My love affair with margs began years ago and has only grown since my first sip … OK, gulp.
I don’t do frozen margaritas, unless they’re specially priced at a 2-for-1 discount. Salt or sugar on the glass rim is a must, and I consider the drink incomplete without this accoutrement. (Quick: What’s Spanish for “garnish”?)
My favorite margs were those consumed in the church bingo hall with my mother and late grandmother. Nothing tastes quite as sweet as bonding over bingo cards, big drinks and blessings from the Lord.
No matter which way you take ’em, I hope you are celebrating in full force today. Shake up some tequila, knock a few back and let me know how that hangover is feeling tomorrow. ¡Olé!