So when I came across these today on the interwebs, I didn’t see a matricidal
Sally Draper at an AA meeting in 1977, I saw THE MOTHER OF ALL LAMINATED PLACEMATS:
Merry Christmas, girls! Yeahyeah, I know they’re three-and-a-half and two, but expert bartending is like being multilingual — best started in Pull-Ups. Besides, just last night, Eliot was helping Daron with a fish batter and piped up, “It looks like beer!” and has taken to an evening glass of tonic water, which she’ll only take stirred, I REST MY GODDAMNED CASE.
(Before getting to work on the laminating, however, I’m gonna have Michael Photoshop a Vodka Tonic into the Tom Collins spot and sub the perfect Vodka Martini — straight, two olives, just enough vermouth to wet the ice — for the Sidecar, ’cause THEN we’ll be talking about “the USUAL.”)
Oh, and Mike? I can’t wait til there’s a bunch of guys over and there’s a Seahawks game on or something equally testoster-oxious, because that’s when the the girls’ll be trying out that awesome-sounding recipe for Daddy’s usual “Pink Lady”. . .