TellingOnMyself

 I had a productive day.  Belle and I came in the house at about 4:00 and Belle declared Happy Hour. She poured herself a glass of wine, and I stayed in the kitchen to finish up a phone call. The kitchen was dark, no lights on.  I finished he phone call and found my cocktail glass to pour myself a drink.

The kitchen was late afternoon dark.  No lights on, just the diffused light from the window. I filled the glass with ice, poured a healthy shot of bourbon, the grabbed the Coke bottle.  Filled it, took a big sip, and spit that nasty taste across the kitchen. Gagged.  What the hell?

I turned on the light, looked again and found that I had poured myself a bourbon and Worcestershire sauce.  Who put that bottle over there?

I got out the mop and told Belle what had happened.  She collapsed in a gale of laughter.  I can't blame her, that is funny, right there.

I like Wash-your-sister sauce, I do.  But it is no good in Bourbon.