"Why don't you let me drive you home?" I asked my father. "If you get pulled over, you are going to get a DUI. You will go to jail for the night, and Charlie will have to bail you out in the morning."
"I haven't had that much to drink!!!" he snapped at me like an insolent child.
"All that money you have in the bank and that $260,000 dollar house will be gone if you get caught in a reckless driving lawsuit."
That didn't faze him one bit. He got in his car and drove home. He gets that from his father who was quick to fight and even quicker to take a drink. It must be all the Irish blood in them. I've got my fair share of it in me as well.
And Now to a Much Lighter Subject...
Maggie just adores crinkly food wrappers. I dropped an empty fudge covered Twinkie wrapper on the floor and she has had the best time with it. She's gone now and found another I dropped by my Laz-E-Boy and is having a ball. I am listening to Mozart's Requiem with a background of crinkly Twinkie. She's on her back now on the floor with the wrapper between her paws like an otter. It makes me want to go over there and pat and tickle her belly.
