Restaraunt (you pick) -- Sunday 5:30 PM
About an hour later and I'm sitting at the restaraunt with him to the left of me, doug sweating all over the table, and my sister on my right saying innapropriate things. I've got my forehead in my hand, my face is red from her seeming misprogramming to tell everyone everything that comes to her mind, but the smile hasn't been marred, yet.
She's far too much like me. I can't say exactly alike, because even though I usually came out on top with the mouth-thing (and brute force), she wasn't trailing a long ways behind me. I pull back from the table and take a deep, long, not nearly satisfying draught of my wine and push it back.
I grab his shoulder and gently pull him toward me to whisper. "Lift his jaw up or remind him to chew." Danni is loving the attention Doug is giving her. Why shouldn't she, either? I spot the waiter coming with another wine bottle. "Oh, thank God," I sigh out in relief.
She's far too much like me. I can't say exactly alike, because even though I usually came out on top with the mouth-thing (and brute force), she wasn't trailing a long ways behind me. I pull back from the table and take a deep, long, not nearly satisfying draught of my wine and push it back.
I grab his shoulder and gently pull him toward me to whisper. "Lift his jaw up or remind him to chew." Danni is loving the attention Doug is giving her. Why shouldn't she, either? I spot the waiter coming with another wine bottle. "Oh, thank God," I sigh out in relief.