just another sunday night

Take 1.25 bottles of red wine, a mediocre Oscars ceremony, one neighbor, one additional friend. Add scorekeeping. Three lovely dogs also help the situation.

My condolences to Mickey Rourke. But I wasn’t laughing then anyway, fine performance though it was.

mistooken

Why must it be the rare occasions on which I slip up and use words like “boughten” or, better yet, “storeboughten” my father is somehow there to witness (and mock)?