Focus on my mouth.
Saki shots whiz across the table.
The chef fires the salvo from the other side.
Before my throat burned and my mouth locked down.
Saki blocked, with no place to go. It bled across my blouse.
You see, I killed it, or rather, it killed me.
My son attacked the rice wine with gusto.
a birthday romp through Hibachi land.
My son now 22. Another year older, pushes me over the top.
I never got a shot of hubby getting a shot.
Because I don’t have an iPhone with a built in flash.
My phone just makes calls.