My Drunken Sense of Mischief Has Karmic Retributions
Went to Sweetie Pie’s place recently. Bottles of wine ensued. Several hours flew by. We ate candy corn for dinner. There was a haircut involved (I look SMASHING by the way –plumps hair–). More wine. Drove home. In retrospect, I should not have, and for more reasons than the obvious.





