“but a spilled drink, well... i’m prolly not above that”
This is the second time I’ve laughed out loud in 10 minutes. I need to check the oxygen level in here. (The cat’s looking at me like, “Okay, you’re acting weird.”)
I always try to consider the host. It’s their house, their party and I try not to be a bore (or boar.) For my own blood pressure, I find it’s better to be as mild as possible. I’m 60. I’m a converted Type A. But that Type A is lurking someplace, I’m certain, waiting for a full moon or an empty wine bottle.