First off hop on over to Tall Poppy Diaries and see why I'm a Prickly Poppy and how you can become a Poppy too.

Secondly, I'm such a bad mother, and deserve to be reported to Child Services.  Let me tell you why:  last night, while fixing dinner, middle son "Teeny" was in the kitchen washing dishes and we were talking.  I was drinking a coke and as is the habit in our house we share drinks.  Yes, this means if someone is drinking something and you want a drink, you just pick it up and take a swig.  So that's exactly what he did.  Except I failed to mention to him that mommy had poured a little "Liquid Gold" (translate into Crown Royal Reserve) into said coke when she had consumed a quarter of it.  It gets even worse, I saw him pick up coke and knew what he was about to do and instead of stopping him, I just watched so I could see the expression on his face when he got a swig of that - he, he.  Was it ever funny.  My defense is that I almost never drink soft drinks (about 5 or 6 a year) and they usually have something added to them when I do so let this be a lesson to the little shit - LEAVE THE BIG GIRL DRINKS ALONE!