Come rain or the high waters, I will drink

September 7th, 2010 by admin

Mother always had her definition of having had too much to drink. Actually, anything more concentrated than water constituted the too much to drink. This Saturday night I was having my usual two for the road which always extended depending on my mood swings when the phone rang. “Hello, dear its Mother.” Now what, I knew something was up. “Its my car tyre, it just burst. You know I have to deliver these maternity bras to your sister. Can you pick me up?” She finished with a sigh. Of course, I agreed, she was my mother after all. I jumped into my truck and halfway there I remember that I had not carried my driving license. To top it off, I was only wearing my night gown. I couldn’t wait to hear her rantings.

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