A cautionary tale.

Dom did of course occupy my couch last night, post-party. Dom had imbibed at said party, as Dom does. Rachel, who decided to get up somewhere around six this morning, fresh as a daisy, decided to come out to the living room and play with the karaoke machine. I think you can all see where this is going. ('Lalalaling' halfway melodically to AC/DC, if you really want to know.)

I'm not sure what it's a cautionary tale for, but it's certainly damned funny.

Thanks to all who stopped by last night - it was a blast, appalling cakes and all. Amazingly, given that Lil was trying to kill my liver, I am only minimally hung over this morning. Maybe I'm not that old, after all.