I have it on good authority from Desiree and Mrs. Ca both irrefutable sources who would point out to you that puppies get their wings, and terrorists lose when you comment. Naturally Blogger has some sort of scheduled outage today, so when you get the fact that you are forbidden to access a server, just laugh and be happy, and play a McFerrin tune in your head.
Sigmund (Freud) called last night and he had a long talk with me about having too high expectations of all of you. So, to make delurkinging easy, just tell me who you think knows more about martinis? Mist1, who's favorite drink is the dirty martini? Or Wicked H, who has her own portable Martini Bar (rumor has it that she takes it with her everywhere).
Now it won't hurt at all, and once you start, maybe you'll write your own blog.