And yanno? I know I heard THAT somewhere before, and I can't remember where I heard.
(The memory thing is really bad.)
My Sunday mishap with my mother-in-law, the daiquiri shop, the poker machine, and the friendly escort home by the security guy has made this a Monday of much misunderstanding.
(It's a long story, and I owe you a story anyhow, but I need to get rid of the wretched hangover first--and shrug--there was no red wine on the daiquiri shop menu.)
I'd offer you a forehead kiss but that might get me in trouble too.
Sigh. The hubby isn't speaking to me either.
And I was out with HIS mother!