I Won That Round

Last week I was treated with the rare(1) opportunity for an evening at the pub for a bit of recuperation between house guests.  Sometime around the end of my second pint, Mom texted me to coordinate our upcoming schedule, so, knowing this needed to be answered right away, I made a quick apology to the table and answered her.

“Are you . . . drunk texting your mother?” someone asked teasingly, hoping to score a banter point against me.

“Hey!” I sniffed.  “I will have you know that my mother is still quite a handsome looking woman!”


(1)  How rare?  “Light of a blue moon reflecting off hen’s teeth” rare, if you must know.


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