LOL!
Don’t injure youself!
As a bride-to-be, I had to breathe into a bag all the way to the airport the night hubby-to-be came home from Okinawa. It was an hour long drive AND I’d had three triple scotches.
There are a lot of years between then and now, and one would think I would have learned to breathe since then!
Geez, it wasn’t three triples!! It was three doubles!