This will make you show your undies and lip-sync Margaritaville

Where is my head? How rude of me not to kneel in thanks for the wonderful and imaginative guest posts by Susy, Melissa, Deb, Gracie, Kate, Designers' Brew, Shokoofeh, and the Hawkinator. I can't thank them enough for entertaining you in style while I was gone. I give them all a big kiss and a frosty drink to bring them cheer. 

Speak of which, while I was in Florida I visited my cousin Mark who lives on the Gulf in a bungalow  where dolphins swim right up to his little dock. "BABY DOLPHINS?" I asked, with all the hope in my heart. "Yes," he said. "Sometimes." 

Before I could say, "OHGODOHGODOHGODBABYDOLPHINZ" he handed me a wonderful margarita (or two), which I guzzled with great gusto. (Let's just say we all needed a DRANK.) Purists would howl if they knew the secret ingredients. Sometimes it's better not to know. All I can say is that it was perfect and that people in those parts know what they're doing.

With that, I give you Markie's Margaritas:

8 ounces limeaid (he used Minute Maid frozen, but I suppose you could use any limeaid from concentrate. Oh God, what is IN limeade? I don't even want to know.)
8 ounces tequila (drunkards, you can use more and I will still love and respect you)
6 ounces triple sec
1 ounce banana liquer (which sounds revolting but is actually the special sauce)

Put ingredients in blender full of ice. Blend like crazy. Serve in insulated glasses and HANG ON. 

Then do lots of delightfully inappropriate things and report back to me at 0800 hours.

Image via Lolita.