This morning Jack called my mom’s dog “Uncle Gilly.” I suppose that’s about right, if my mom’s Gilly’s mom too. That means Gilly’s my brother and Jack’s uncle.
Vic: “Then I guess Gilly’s my wacky brother-in-law.”
Jen: “Lucky you! You’ve got a nutty sister-in-law who drops her pants at parties, and a brother-in-law who thinks it’s perfectly fine to show up everywhere pantsless.”
Vic, watching Gilly in the backyard: “Yeah, well at least Kathy doesn’t poop on our deck.”
She's never going to live down that slip up, is she? It's kind of sad because she doesn't even remember it and can't relive it with you. :(
ReplyDeleteNo, Lori, what's really sad is that this wasn't a one-time thing. She did it at another dinner party I had several years ago. How she keeps finding reasons to pull down her pants, I have no idea. I'm guessing she thinks publicity is publicity--it's all good.
ReplyDeleteI think the last time was a legitimate showing of a tatoo. ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you,BFF, for your defense of me. Jen's trying to make me hate Vodka and Xanax. She's cah-wazy!!
ReplyDeleteOr does she . . .?
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