So, Mom wasn't doing so fantastic today and decided to just stay home for happy hour instead of meeting some old high school friends. I had Gert propped up outside on the deck, swathed in her new Mother's Day blanket when I went inside to mix a Gin martini. Uh oh; dropped the lid and it disappeared into the area under the cabinet that I affectionately think of as my own Bermuda triangle. I got down on hands and knees (no easy feat these days and I don't just mean because of age. Try kneeling down with 5 dogs in the house who all take that as a signal for a love fest....). Anyway, the top had rolled way out of reach, right smack dab in the back between two quarters and one forgotten jelly bean. Resigned to the fact that I was gin topless, I went outside and explained my demise to mom. As always, she had the right take on the situation. She said:
"Honey, that's not a problem. Just drink more gin."
Duh. Now why didn't I get my mom's smarts?...
Gert is so smart! Did you manage to finish that bottle so the lid was a moot point? I hope so!
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