A toast to all my wonderful friends. Have a safe and joyful weekend. And Terry, try not to be part of the food chain. πŸ™‚

Sweetest Sunshine, you and your dad remain in my thoughts and prayers. May you find some level of peace this weekend and don’t forget your promise. Poppet is watching.

Trace, congrats on the new job. I’m sure you’ll be a magnificent Ms Tubey.

Leigh, get some miles in for me this weekend. I think of you on every hill I climb. I don’t have the stuff for Sangrias so Pamaritas it is.

Oliviah, come watch Venus with me. We can smile and laugh together. Whenever I see her sing I think of your fabulous smile you shared with us a few weeks ago. I see so much joy in that smile.

Jenni and DJB, keep rawking on those Apo pieces. You have both surpassed my abilities ten fold. I’m enjoying the show.

Chicky, I think I’m ready for the beach and a little somthin somthin warm and enticing. Age only matters to those who believe that it does. Of course, after a few Pama’s, it won’t matter at all. πŸ™‚

Aggie, I’ve missed you posting more than you know this week. Hope and trust all is well. Thanks so much for introducing me to Venus Hum. I’ve got a special Pamarita mix prepared just for 10pm. See you there.

Keshi, my dear southern angel, drinks on the bridge tonight. Glad you called the hunt off. I didn’t like feeling guilty. πŸ˜€

Sweetk, a toast to all things new and a toast to keeping our eyes looking forward. I miss you bbb. πŸ™‚

OB, your post on clutter hit close to home. Could be why its a time for a toast or two.

Deb, Pamaritas are great for a dry heat. And after a few, storms don’t much matter anymore. πŸ™‚

Y, did you notice Pama is red? You bring the black. We won’t need much more.

Helen, peace to you my friend. Join me in a toast to those who have touched our lives in ways we can never repay.

Alex, welcome back to blogland. That alone calls for a toast.

Linny, I’ve got beer too if you prefer a brew. Or we can just hit the Blue Bell. πŸ˜€

Liz, my dear friend, a toast to sons and a toast to friendship. I think of you often and wish I had more time for tea and cookies.

Kel, my dear philosophical babe with a heart of pure gold, join me on the deck for a toast as we watch the birds come in for evening.

Christa, a toast to bug spray. Haven’t seen you since your bug report. Hope to see you around again soon and that all is well.

Jack, a toast to aliens and to Italians or was that redundant? Just kidding. All the best with your studies.

Melly, a toast to all those in harm’s way. Your posting from the war has touched me in ways I don’t know how to put into words. My heart is with you and Kate. I think of you both everyday and pray for peace.

Saffy, a toast to blog links. You know I was your first. πŸ™‚

Karen, Jack and I would like to invite you for a special, hands on toast, to all things wise and wonderful.

Meg, any woman who takes no shiott in the pastry shop is worth a toast or two to me. Thanks for all your wonderfully kind words.

Lisa, a toast to long comments. I do miss having you around.

David, a toast to introspection, to music, to gardens and to love. I’m still working on how to articulate the sound of silence. πŸ™‚

Jar, a toast to old friends. I can’t listen to Sarah without thinking of you my friend.

Sherri, put on that cottontail and bring your toothbrush. Backstage pass awaits and plenty of carrots. Or at least one. Do you really need more? πŸ™‚

Super J, a toast to margarita machines! What would a Pamarita be without one. Stay safe, my friend, as the Hurricane season approaches.

Olaf, hell of a pic you put up today. That alone deserves a toast. An another for the lass.

And a toast to all those who lurk here. Comments are always welcomed but I say, to each their own. I’m just flattered that you guys stop by on a regular basis.

And last but not least, a toast to the poor souls that should be on my list that I’ve left off. No harm intended. Promise. Mean it. πŸ™‚