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Cozy Maple Whiskey Sour - She Eats
You guys… It’s so cold in here, I could cut glass. I’m not even kidding. It seems Winter hath arriveth, with great force and vengeance. And in Vancouver, that means sopping wet, windy and dark. The moisture just gets into the bone. And not in the sexy way. I’ve taken to seeking refuge indoors, locked far away from the windows that make up one full wall of my apartment, with the heat cranked, and donning hand-knitted socks from this gem & sweaters that are so old and pilled and stretched out, they have no business being seen anywhere but the dark-by-4pm corners of my laundry room. With the door firmly closed. TMI: Sometimes I feel the same way about my vagina. Uhhh…. Awkward…? Basically I’m just trying to keep cozy and not freeze my nipples off. Or have them poke an eye out. Because let’s be honest – when it’s this chilly and you have girls as – ahem, ample – as mine, it’s a real risk. Much like having trouble finding dresses that fit in the waist, the bust AND the ass. Or accidentally recreating a scene from Baywatch while on vacation. Or letting one slip out in an …