My sister came to visit for New Years and she drank 3 bottles of wine all to herself. I had 3 tiny glasses (half filled Dollar Tree cup). The wine was gone, so I thought it was over but then I heard her open our liquor cabinet and start pulling bottles down. Juston, who always swears he'll tell her to "Get the hell out", crumpled and said not a peep. I finally went into the kitchen, touched her arm and said, "Hey Karen, slow down. You've drank three bottles all to yourself. There's plenty of soda."
I thought she stopped, but she got progressively drunker after midnight, so I don't know. She tripped while holding Oliver, so Justin took the baby away from her.
Even Gabe came to tell me he wanted her to leave his room because she broke his laundry basket and couldn't remember how to play Minecraft.
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Am I like this, I wonder? Are people watching me eat some days and wide eyed with horror? Do they shake their heads at how much food I bring to their house for an overnight stay or a potluck?
