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Me: Hey Mom! How was your birthday?
Mom: It was wonderful! We smoked and drank ALLL weekend!
Me: Umm …really? You smoked and drank all weeekend?
Mom: Yep! We made a pitcher of margarita’s and smoked a turkey and a brisket and even some sausage!!
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.
