Sunday, January 19, 2020

A Drinking Problem

Rigby's Bottle
I always meet people at the door with a toy.  I mean, in my eyes, it's only polite.  My one rule, however, is that you can admire my toy, you can look at it with your eyes, but I will never ever let you have it (unless, of course, if you bring me a suitable item to trade for it like a nice piece of cheese or a pair of slippers).

Recently, I met Sister at the door with my squeaky beer bottle.

Now, of course, she's telling people that I have a "problem."

Thanks a lot Sister!