Monday, February 27, 2006


This deserves top placement in my "E-mails I Never Thought I'd Have to Write" list. No one other than Gus knows who I'm referring to, so I'm posting this purely for entertainment purposes.

To: XXX

If you're going to sneak booze from my liquor cabinet, please don't insult my intelligence by opening a brand new bottle of drambuie, draining half of it, and leaving the broken seal on my living room floor. Also, I would have preferred that you had not left a can of half-frozen concentrated limeade on top of my refrigerator. Most importantly, I could have done without waking up this morning to the smell of gas from our stove, which you failed to turn off after you attempted to heat the can of frozen limeade to accompany your smuggled drink.

I don't want to hear excuses or apologies, just please go back to AA and get some help.

Thanks,
Kat


You know the situation is dire when I'm recommending AA. Normally, I'm not fazed by a visitor downing a bottle of my liquor and doing something weird, but this happened at a Sunday night book club meeting.



Comments:
Come on, tell us who it was? Was it me?

Zoe really needs to lay off the sauce.

SOMEBODY needs a 12-step program!

I swear it won't ever happen again.

Wow, that bites. I hate having to clean up other people's messes.

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