No, guise, Breakfast at Tiffany's is 1960s. Funny Face was in the 1950s. What I'm saying is I'm in my cups.

Doc Stockton had a work party today, I got hauled along. When I arrived, I found out that the host had recruited his daughters on babysitting duty for the new parents. One of the daughters? My student. How did I cope? Getting quietly drunk in the corner.

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This is the first weekend in... a while that I haven't had a wedding to attend. And I had to go to a stupid work party. It's not even my work party! I have my grump on, and have already ranted about the proper method to treat well-seasoned cast iron pans. Should I put the computer away? Probably. But I'm going to keep commenting, because that's how I roll.

Leave me a comment, and you will get a response from Tipsy Drunk.Stockton, or Slightly Hanging.Stockton, depending on when I get back to you...