I had to dash down and tell you this. We were just having dinner and my Aunt Kathy may have been on glass of wine number two.
"You know, my whole life, I never drank," she said dramatically, swirling her glass of red around. "But lately at night I think, 'You know, what will it hurt to have a glass of wine right now?' And I worry, because that is how Betty Fart got started."
They almost had to Heimlich the mashed potato out my gullet. Betty Fart. Yes, what will it hurt to have that wine, Aunt Kathy? Certainly not your diction. That appears unaffected.
