It’s 4:58 on Friday afternoon. Do you know where your margarita is?

Is that vodka?’ Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped up from its chair in indignation. ‘Excuse me, your majesty,’ he squeaked, ‘do you think I would give vodka to a lady? That is pure spirit!

That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas