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| Saturday, 21 November 2009 | |
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Dad and I went to dinner with a lovely friend of ours the other night. We went to a wonderful Italian place, so I allowed Dad a rare glass of red wine, since Mary was drinking as well. Mary, Dad and I chatted along for hours and his one glass turned into two. When the second glass was gone, Mary offered Dad another. "No thanks," He said, "That's my limit." "Oh, Lyman," she coaxed, "Since we are in our eighties, we should have no limit." "Since I've reached my eighties," Dad said, "I' don't usually get PEER PRESSURE!" Then he proceeded to drink his third and final glass. |
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