“You Better Not Shout, You Better Not Hurl.”

Now, I’ve never shouted nor hurled at any family gathering. Definitely not the second behavioral “gaffe.”

But I’ve already been cautioned by my sister to watch my vodka intake tomorrow night.

Do you know what this makes me want to do? It makes me want to lube up before we leave the house.

I’m both pissed and embarrassed. It’s Christmas, for fuck’s sake! In a pandemic! If this isn’t a time to drink, what is?

Yes, on occasion I have over-tippled and I’ve been vocal about it, here. But I was already planning on minding my Ps & Qs before I got the “word.”

Now, I’m feeling churlish. Like I don’t want to go, naturally, I will because the can of whoop-ass that will pry open will extend far into the New Year.

Sherry is not merry.