Ah, well, sorry Mom. I'm afraid that I imbibed a little of that "special" egg nog of yours. The stuff you keep in the 'fridge behind the leftover turnip-bone marrow casserole. Got a little giddy from it, I guess. It was a big day yesterday, what with three meetings and dropping off the form for the colonoscopy and getting a award and all. I really didn't mean drink some of your egg nog. I mean, there it was, sitting there at the very back of the shelf behind the casserole and the eggplant fritters and the marinated squid tentacles and those "potatoes" Amos dug up in the cemetery back in early March, and I just thought it was regular milk I could have with my cookies before I went to bed, you know? Anyway, I slept well.