I just claimed it as MY day. Why? Because she had a brunch for no reason... just because.
Not good enough, I thought, as I stretched my hands over the table and proclaimed "Happy LadyLee Day!"
No one paid much attention... We were too busy pouring drinks.
My sister had plenty of libations.
For the children, there were sodas!
WATER IN GLASS!!
That is all.
Then there was the liquor.
Hmm, I thought. I still think of my sister as being five-years-old. For years, I would look at her O_o whenever she ordered a glass of wine at dinner. I thought I'd gotten past that. I guess I haven't. After realizing that she is in her 30s, I didn't make any of my usual comments.
There was much more liquor. Peach Sparkeltini, Avissi, and Bitch Bubbly!
Bitch on ice... so nice... so nice...
But this Bitch Bubbly.
"The Bitch ain't bubbly," my sister said. "The Bitch is angry."
I had my glass. And I had my nice crisp water after that.
Yes, I will stick with the water.
But the drinks were nice. My sister likes a nice glass of wine. So do her friends.
I would've looked at her crazy if she'd brought out some Boones Farm or Arbor Mist...
Or some malt liquor.
Yes "LadyLee Day" was a grand success.
Good food. Good drinks. Good Friends.
And me, Your Friendly Neighborhood Original Oldgirl LadyLee.