Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for January 31, 2024

Lucky for you.

Neither is mine.

phew!

Cagey.

Would it Blush her to admit her name is Rosé?

And finally I did. Lost 30 lbs and gained lots of $$$$.

Susan barely leaves enough for the rest of us.

It’s drunk, sot, crocked, pickled, loaded, smashed, hammered or fried. List far too long for a cooked old nasty hag.

Yep, one of the sure signs of an alcoholic, delusions.

Yep, can’t box Aunty in… Unless it’s Boxed Wine… ☺

Poor Susan, on the other hand, hasn’t had a drink in months!

Moderation can be a hard fought battle!!!!!

You’re really just complaining that she’s drinking all the wine.

I’m not so inubriated as some thinkel peep I are.

And you don’t take advice from drunks… right?

Her initials are AA.

Hi Not Susan!

And a dog named Boo I love that song by Lobo.