It's Thanksgiving eve and mom, Chris, my dog Sheana and myself are sitting around chewing the fat. Funny how many stories seem to come up about the past following a few glasses of wine and a few hours of conversation. Usually it's something either personally incriminating or depricating. And it usually is coming out of my mouth about myself. My personal filter fails me and before I know it I am in the middle of a story.......and about myself.
What does this have to do with my mom......well, not much. But I am enjoying watch her get a little tipsy. I've only seen my mom drink a few times in my life. Not something like a cocktail but more like a Bartles & James or reisling wine that's mostly sugar and hardly any kick. At least not until glass 3 or 4. Then the show starts.........
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
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