Aaannd there it is.
My bright idea of spiking my mom’s drink was a horrible mistake.
Similar shenanigans chez nous invariably end with my mother looking me square in the face and slurring, “You know, you look an awful lot like your father.”
Thinking I should have spiked some drinks here. Might have avoided my grandmother calling my cousin an alcoholic. At the dinner table. In front of everyone. For having 1 glass of wine.
Happy Thanksgiving!