Sentences with phrase «last empty bottles»

One of my most vivid childhood memories is of my mother and my father standing at our kitchen sink in Winnipeg surrounded by the last empty bottles, big smiles on their faces as my mother poured each one out.

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I wouldn't mind having it for collective and historical signifiance, but all the same I'd rather have a 50 yr old bottle of scotch which will eventually be empty than a 400 yr old book full of stories, and nothing more, that will last for much longer.

The island of my kitchen is a mountain of name - change papers, cookbooks, recipe clippings, a «fruit bowl» holding dried peppers and papery onion skins, a nearly empty wine bottle, banana loaf crumbs, a planner open to last week, a Guggenheim - shaped mug containing an inch of tepid coffee.

I cried and smiled while he — quite satisfied because he just had a bottle — took in the «empty» milk for the very last time.

The after - after - party just ended, the last celebrity - filled limo has pulled away, and the dozens of empty champagne bottles are being rounded up.

Just send us the empty bottle and we'll refund you to the last penny, no questions asked.

You in a kitchen laden with empty bottles, dressed in a onesie, still wearing last night's make up and clutching an empty tub of Haagen - Dazs might not send the right message to potential dates.

Amid all the historic cars it's easy to breeze past a tidy display case carefully protecting an empty magnum of champagne, but if you pause for a moment you might realize that among all of Dan Gurney's accomplishments and inventions, the tradition founded with this 50 - year - old bottle of Moët might be the most lasting.

In Armenia emptying a bottle into another person's glass obligates that person to buy the next bottle, so it's polite to put the last few drops into your own glass instead.

A Leftovers from last week, expired milk, an empty jar of mustard, ketchup spilling down the sides of the bottle and that Tupperware at the very back?

Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.

Last night, while I was baking a huge Jack O - Lantern, I spotted an empty Jack Daniel's Whisky bottle in the recycle bin, and this is how I came up with the idea of hacking the «JACK» bottle.