Why I love my mother
We were in the grocery store this morning picking up all the things she'll need for Thanksgiving dinner that we couldn't get at the farmer's market, and as we made our way to the check-out we cut through the liquor aisle. She stopped the cart, looked at me and said, "You wanna get drunk tonight?"
"Oh, um. Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"Welllll....[digs in her purse and pulls out a piece of paper]...I have a coupon for vodka!"