Ma Smash has pointed out that she hasn’t had much airtime lately on the old blog, and I have promised her that I will remedy this. In return, I was allowed to stay in her house all weekend long and to help her drink all of the wine she had.
How much wine was that? Well, let’s just say it was twice as much wine as we needed, as evidenced by the fact that we decided to call my sister on speakerphone and tell her, at great length and volume, how drunk we were.
Meg, who had given birth a week before, was not impresses with our behavior. Nor was she impressed with our singing.
Oh well. Can’t please all of the people, all of the time. Come to think of it, perhaps we should have poll: How many of you readers out there in the ether would enjoy having a drunk phone call from me and my mom? Take this poll: