Wine and McDonald's

Last week the "Land Mass" between Mobile and New Olreans otherwise known as Mississippi was hunkered down awaiting Hurricane Isaac. I picked up my grandparents, Matt (87) and Clare (95), and brought them to Jackson to ride out the storm. (Yes, the ages are correct. Clare was a cougar before it was cool.) All last week I was stuck at the house with my grandparents, my 2.5 yr old and 4 yr old. Seriously, there's not enough alcohol in the state to make that work.  Not to mention if you think I talk a lot, spend some time with Matt. He makes me sound like a wallflower who's too shy to say anything.

Four days inside the house because all it did was rain, was making everyone stir crazy. On day four, I get a call from one of Grace's besties mom's.

Kim: "We're around the corner at McDonald's indoor playground. We couldn't take it anymore and had to get out of the house. Y'all come over and meet us."

Me: "Girl, I've already popped a top. I'm not going anywhere that doesn't serve alcohol."

Kim: "Put it in a red solo cup and come on."

Me: "We'll see."

At this point the girls get into their 2,548th fight of the day and I decide we're out of here. I open the cabinet find a travel coffee mug and pour the wine to it.  I tell the girls to load up and we head out.

I pull into McDonald's, get the girls out of the car and grab my mug. I look over and Kim and her husband, Bo, are doubled over laughing. We walk inside and they are ASTONISHED that I brought my wine to McDonald's. 

Look, a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do. So a big thank you to Brandon (and Vince) at Silver Leaf for keeping my wine stocked so I didn't end up in Whitfield (mental institution) or Parchman (prison) last week.