Wednesday Spotlight with Deb Thomas

Hello and welcome to another episode of Dear Oliver! Today’s special guest is Deb Thomas. You don’t want to miss her pet peeve, especially if you’re sick and tired of driving everyone and their brother around. So, come on in and belly up to the bar. And while you’re eavesdropping on Oliver’s sound advice, why not treat yourself to one of his legendary martinis! You’ll find his impressive venue listed on the sidebar. Not a martini fan? Not a problem. Oliver will make whatever drink strikes your fancy and serve it with a wink and a smile. Rumor has it his Buffalo wings are hotter than his Five Alarm Chili! With no further ado, let’s give a warm round of applause to Deb Thomas.

What can I getcha to drink, love?

A Buttery Nipple please…*batting eyes* Then after that a Tootsie roll.  Hey! Ya know what!? A Strawberry Margarita sounds really good too.  I know I have coffee at home to help me over the affects of all those…if I want help getting over the affects…that is…*wink*

Pouring the Buttery Nipple into a shot glass, Oliver sets it on the bar. He beams at Deb. So, tell me, why so glum, chum?

I am just tired of having to drive for everyone else. Driving for myself is hard enough! Never seems to fail though…there is always someone with a cell phone stuck to their ear or a blue tooth in it. Talking on a cell phone is not the same thing as listening to the radio.

When Deb points her finger to her empty glass, Oliver obliges with a Tootsie Roll. Speaking of music, my sweet, who can I play for you on the jukebox?

How about Double Vision by Foreigner? Then I will sit here and let the Double Vision get the best of me and then you can call me a cab, if you would please?

Rock n roll pulsates off the wall, rattling the windows. Oliver plucks Deb off the  bar stool and onto the dance floor where they bring the house down with their fancy footsteps. Thunderous applause explodes as they take their seats.

Placing a platter of sizzling Buffalo Wings with a generous amount of bleu cheese for dipping down, Oliver feeds one to Deb. Munching on one himself, he winks. Tell me, my pet, when did you develop this pet peeve?

I really don’t remember and the more I drink the more I will forget…lol

Arching an eyebrow, Oliver mixes a perfect strawberry margarita, humming a verse of ‘Margaritaville’ as he slides the drink to Deb. Where do you think utopia is, sweet thing?

Today? A deserted Island, with a steady supply of food and drinkable liquids *wink*… and of course all the books I can read.

Aside from keeping your glass full and playing your favorite tunes to chase your blues away, how can Dear Oliver help, my pet?

Bring common sense back. You heard that he died, didn’t you? I have his obit if you want to read it.  Now there is another pet peeve for another night….lol

Oliver’s eyes glaze over as he punches in the number for a cab. AMEN.

Thank you for lending an ear Oliver. 

Thank you, my sweet.

Final words from Deb Thomas

I am wife, mother and grandmother.  I am partially disabled, so I am home 99% of the time. I love to read and it helps to pass the time.

I have 2 dogs (Kallie and Shortie) and 2 tripod cats (Bean and Petra).

I started a blog not too long ago and I have started posting book reviews.  I would love to beta read too.

Deb

Mammy Wuvs To Read!