After my guest left, I got on the table.
The Cuddler was in a sorority in college and they had a rule against dancing on elevated surfaces, i.e. tables or stages. I am not in a sorority, so I danced on the table. I also drank on the table.
Piggy is a virtuous woman so she was ashamed of me.
Trigg thought it was a great idea, but my PawPaw would not let him on the table.
This wraps up my birthday. Until next year.