Mimosa’s at 11
Apr 05
I think my mom thinks I’m a drunk.
To entice me to Easter at Gramma and Gramps house my mom failed to tell me what time brunch was being served but says, “Mimosa’s are being served at 11.”
Not that I’m against Mimosa’s as they, and gambling, are staples in my family’s celebrations. Stop your judging, it creates character, I’m sure of it. Nothing is gonna make me show up at 11 but hard cold cash – if it was Christmas I would of made sure that was our first stop. Gawd, am really I a stranger to my own mother??
It’s not that I’m trying to be a bad grandchild it’s just that when everyone shows up at 11 it gets Death Valley hot. I think it would of been a sweeter package if she would of said, “We’re turning the heat down to 78 degrees and maybe when Grampa falls asleep we’ll sneak open a window.” Then I would-a been there at 10:55 to get my drink on. Juss sayin’.
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