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30 Days of Photos IV - Day 7 - Seven


Well, we've made it through the first week of the challenge. Only 23 more days to go.

I'm celebrating.

Or drowning my sorrows.

At this point - after 7 beers - I don't really care.

And I'm sure dear Ziva has some fabulous photographic representation to demonstrate seven. I eight when that happens.

Count yourself lucky that Ziva and her infernal blog will direct you to the rest of the photographers.

Comments

Cheryl said…
My grandmother talked just like that. Sober.
babs (beetle) said…
I love your seven beer bottles. Corona was a fizzy drink, that came in various fruity flavours, in the UK, not a beer.
Shawn Ohara said…
I'm with you. I decide which beer to drink on a case by case basis.
Cheryl P. said…
You will, no doubt, have the funniest photo today.
Nora Blithe said…
Lol, why didn't I think of that?
nonamedufus said…
Oh, I can still talk. But nowadays alcohol just puts me to sleep. I hope I wake up in time for football tomorrow.
Nicky said…
Ah, a traditional Quebec breakfast! Nicely done, mon ami. And it's nice that you are celebrating this wonderful challenge. I agree it's just so much fun.
nonamedufus said…
Yuck. Over here they're mixing beer with things like ice tea, lemonade and lime. Bleck.
nonamedufus said…
Heh, heh, yeah. I always have some on hand, in case I run out.
nonamedufus said…
There's nothing funny about 30 Days of Photos. Especially with 23 days still to go. I drink to forget. But I better not forget to drink.
nonamedufus said…
What, it's not enough I have to take pictures but now I have to answer questions too?
nonamedufus said…
It's a good thing we can buy beer at the corner store in Quebec. I won't drink and drive so Mrs D doesn't have far to go to keep me supplied. If you notice my photos starting to get a little out of focus next week, you'll know why.
babs (beetle) said…
I have always disliked beer. I think it smells like I imagine urine to taste. Don't ask me how I came up with that idea. I don't know ha ha! Beer and lemonade 50/50 is a refreshing drink. I actually have drunk that, but about 25% beer 75% lemonade though.
nonamedufus said…
I'm not big on wine or alcohol. Beer's my drink. But just beer. Not mixed with something else. That'd be sacreligious.
ReformingGeek said…
"Take one down, pass it around...." It's scary that you started with 99.



Yeah, that was lame, but at least your photo wasn't!
Lauren said…
I don't think 7 beers are enough.
nonamedufus said…
And I've only had 7. I have a ways to go yet.
nonamedufus said…
Me either. I'll "hop" right to the task of having more.
nonamedufus said…
Thank you, Agent 54. It was a daunting task but I think I was up to it.
meleahrebeccah said…
Corona used to be my VERY favorite beer! Man I miss it!



Too bad I'm now allergic to barley malt, and hops. *sad face*
Much more of this and we're going to have to switch to Seagram's 7 Crown.
nonamedufus said…
A day without liquor is like a day without sunshine. Or something like that.
nonamedufus said…
A good Canadian whiskey. Although back in the day when I liked rye I used to drink Canadian Club.
nonamedufus said…
Gesunheidt, Paula!
Allergies, smallergies... pass the Corona!
nonamedufus said…
Oh I hope toad isn't an upcoming prompt.
nonamedufus said…
Here, here. Cheers!
Ziva said…
You started without me? How very rude.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, but I'll keep going until you get here.
Jackal said…
love it !
Traci Shannon said…
After seven days, those Coronas are well earned!
:-)
Traci
Ha ha ha wow you must have been in the bathroom ALL NIGHT!!!
mike said…
See, my theory is coming true. The longer this challenge goes on, the more alcohol is consumed.
nonamedufus said…
A woman after my own heart...and beer.
nonamedufus said…
Excuse me? Oh, yeah. Someone once said we only rent beer.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I think we should have a party on Day 30. That is if we're still standing.
nonamedufus said…
The Corona's on me! No literally I spilled a bottle in my lap.
Getting an early start, eh?

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