Mama Zappa and I were at a potluck supper. One of the attendees brought a lot of wine, and Mama Zappa and I indulged. Not too much, but just enough that when a fellow grad student offered to drive us to our apartment we accepted, rather than walk across campus. Stagger would have been more like it.
Back in our apartment, I sobered up enough to start on the dishes. Mama Zappa was zoned out in the living room area. While doing the dishes it ocurred to me what a good influence my bride was on me. I was drinking less, and therefore my alcohol tolerance had plummeted. I thought I would tell her this wonderful fact. I said “Honey, since I’ve know you I’ve become a cheap drunk!”
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… :eek: … :smack: …
“Um, let me rephrase that!”
Scary thing is, she knew
exactly
what I meant, and was not offended. Until my correction. Then she laughed, and we laughed and laughed.