While my sister was visiting, we had the brilliant idea of making margaritas at home. I decided if we were having margaritas, we also needed to do shots and so I insisted we pick up a bottle of Patron to do shots with.
Now the thing you need to know about my sister and I growing up, is that she was the naughty one but I always got in trouble. Somehow she always managed to skate free. I claim that this is because I used to cover for her. She claims she didn’t get in trouble because she was not naughty.
In any case, Lisa and I were about one deep in margaritas and two deep into shots when my sister asked me for another shot.
Sure thing. Coming right up.
As I’m pouring it, my mom comes into the kitchen, looks at me and the tequila, and says, “Really Michelle? Another one?” and walks out.
I’m left standing there feeling reprimanded and indignant.
I follow her.
“Just so you know, it’s for Lisa,” I tell her.
Yes, I was a tattletale.
But I felt a whole lot better and my inner child rejoiced for not being labeled the naughty one.
Just the enabler.
[What I did after 2 shots of tequila and 2 margaritas is a different post]