Late Night Inebriations

Cheryl and I returned home tonight from a weekend trip. She decided to have a few drinks since she is not working tomorrow.

Me: I’m going to head to bed. Where did you put my purse. You brought it in from the car when we got home.

Cheryl: I was sober when we got home, so I hung it on the closet door where it goes, I think.

Me: You think?

Cheryl: (looking down and feeling all across her upper body) I don’t have it, so yeah, on the door.

Me: I just can’t with you.

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