I don't believe it. Sure, I was pretty stinkin' last night and I was pretty hung over when I went to pick up the old woman at her old ladys, but did she need to ride my ass about it? I finally pulled into a rest stop and told her that if she could take the wheel, and she did and I got some naptime from there to the garage. She didn't wake me when we got home, either, and I woke up looking at a grinny through the passenger window. Good thing I'd redded up the place before I left, 'cause there was enough hell to pay without that too.