I decided to have a wine cooler. One of the wimpiest drinks known to humankind. But I like them and I don't mind admitting it. Well, my middle daughter doesn't have any grey areas. Things are either black or white, in her world. Doesn't matter if you have a shot or a 5th, in her eyes you are doing the WRONG thing. I am now an alcoholic in her eyes. Started my spiral when I cracked the bottlecap off that highly intoxicating beverage. Shameful mommy. First I got the evil eye from across the room. She is mastering this look for her own future children, who will be angels judging by the advanced stage of "Mom eye" she has already perfected. This was followed by the lecture. Complete with finger wagging. Prohibition may very well make a comeback. Once she is old enough to vote. I was questioned about my mental state for several minutes. I started feeling like I had to explain myself. To a 12 year old!!! Then came the clincher. She began to tell my future. I would, in all certainty, at least in her mind, TRIP OVER A PENNY AND BREAK A NAIL.
??????? Don't know where that came from.
I would love to share more, but I am late for a meeting......
My name is Jana and ..........
2 comments:
The road to AA is paved with wine coolers. The gatekeepers at the gates of H@** are named Bartles and Jaymes. So I've heard.
Mom eye is major stink eye, isn't it? Like to the 10th degree. Oooh, bad mojo....
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