I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in years.
I seem to have this problem - people don't believe I don't drink anymore. I go over to dear Nanny's house and it's "Darling? Want a cold beer? A shandy? We have something heavier if you want?". Has been that way for years, even though my answer is always "No, Nanny, I don't drink anymore."
Was at por por's house this evening (the other granny). One of the aunts made a tiramisu and had drenched the sponge with rum. (You know where this is heading, right?) I had my portion, drank my drink, and had a massive tummy-ache half an hour later.
I'm telling'ya, the older I get, the wimpier my tummy gets. Damn!
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Fiona being the great person that I am. I will from this day on drink one alcoholic beverage for you so you wont have too. I want to save you from having any more tummy aches. :)
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Greg, too kind, too kind! lol.
The Mistress of Sarcasm never touches the stuff, either. How she managed to go to high schools in both Texas and Georgia without becoming a drunken wastrel is beyond me. Maybe the Missus and I were doing something right.
And that way, there's more for me.
More for you, eh?
That's what my masterChief says to. *amused*
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