A conversation with my mother

“Did you and Grandma really kill a bottle of wine last night?”

“Well, in a sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was sort of like if we were wolves and I was the pack leader and she was a wolf puppy. I took the thing down, but I let her get a few good nips in.”

About Carrie

Writer by day, writer by night. Urban farmer/dog mama/baby mama/bicycle enthusiast/oenophile the rest of the time.
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