Hard living, the poor old fella. DP (accidentally, sigh) shook up the champagne, so we can’t have mimosas until after Mass.
Some people didn’t get presents yet because their “buyers” haven’t arrived. Bill will forget what day it is, so we sent him a reminder. “How has he survived this long?”
Oh, my goodness! I love mimosas!
Poor Bill. Are you sure he doesn’t have blond roots?
After seeing what went on yesterday, I’m thinking names should have been drawn. But I don’t have any say in the matter, as I’m still an outsider.