We were drinking mimosas. MrsT's area around her recliner...I have to get on her every so often as she builds herself a little nest of socks, bobby-pins, junk mail, and various blankets.
What'd she do? Oh, just tipped her double-sized nearly-full mimosa over everything.
She was cussing enough to make a sailor blush, and as I was helping her, I told her to just calm down already: "Geez, I can wash the throws, y'know..."
"I DON'T GIVE A ABOUT THE THROWS! I SPILLED MY WHOLE DRINK! I WANT THE ALCOHOL!"
What'd she do? Oh, just tipped her double-sized nearly-full mimosa over everything.
She was cussing enough to make a sailor blush, and as I was helping her, I told her to just calm down already: "Geez, I can wash the throws, y'know..."
"I DON'T GIVE A ABOUT THE THROWS! I SPILLED MY WHOLE DRINK! I WANT THE ALCOHOL!"