Juice bar

S thought he was funny saying we should go to a juice bar tonight, since I am not big on drinking alcohol.

Little did he know, the wheels were turning in my creative noggin.

We drove to our Target, which now has a full grocery in it, and got started.

We broke out our handy, and only slightly filthy, Waring Vortex 7.

Phase 1 scarred me.

Phase 2 terrified O the cat.

But by Phase 3, things were better.

And, oh, Phase 4, you delicious son-of-a-gun.

Even S the wise guy got on board.