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Mom: I had ome margarita 5 hours ago and I am still loopy.
Me: One, huh?
Mom: Well I tried to spell it, but I am also tanked on Ambien so goodnight, smart ass.
Me: TANKED! HA!
Mom: A mother on Ambien is altogether different than a mother. With that said, I am retiring to my bedchambers. Unfortunately McSteamy will not be joining.
Backstory: I emailed my mom a book suggestion: “How to Sew a Button and Other Nifty Things Your Grandmother Knew”.
Why don’t I just write one myself? All I’ve experienced as a grandmother. I’ll look through my nightly journals, even though some of them ramble because of the Ambien. Well, that could be a nifty tip right there. If you wake up in the morning with a spoon of peanut butter stuck to your face, you should not be taking Ambien. See?
