So, we watched "The Ugly Dachshund" last night, on Sonja's recommendation, and had a nice family chuckle at this late-sixties Disney family classic about a Great Dane pup raised with a little of "Dashies", as they called them. And at one point, the couple that owns the dachshunds is dressing to go out to the theater, and the wife says, "Why don't we stay in?", handing her husband a glass of champagne and sliding in close to him, smiling meaningfully. He catches on and reciprocates her conspiratorial smile and hug, and says, "Oh, I see." And a kiss begins.
Q looks over at me and Janneke, nodding and smiling slyly, having made the connection. He jerked his thumb toward the screen, and said:
"He's gonna get drunk."
I am so glad he said "drunk".
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