To be fair, I didn't intend to pour my whole glass of gin down your pants; just enough to make you buck, like ice down the back.

Unfortunately, for both you and my gin, I was pretty drunk and my motor skills were impaired.
RIP gin.

Yeah, we're going to sit and have a chat once he's gone. I think a lot of it is his ex is pressuring me to be a parent because I'm the one with the good job and the car. I think I'm going to have to talk to her as well, and just ask her to back off, she's pretty understanding.

Thanks darling!