Dad: Kris, WHAT’S WRONG?
It’s cheap. I know. But when you are one of four Daddy’s girls, sometimes you just gotta call out the big guns.
K: Dad. They spelled “cocktail” wrong on my shot glass.
Dad: WHAT???
K: The people whose business it is to sell millions of glasses specifically used for alcohol spelled “cocktail” “coktail.”
Dad: Oh, honey. You’re kidding. I’ll go over there. Just tell me what you want me to do.
K: They won’t let me TALK TO ANYONE.
45 minutes later I had an email with a phone number and a confirmation that they would redo the entire order by tomorrow and have it ready for my father to pick up on Wednesday and my mother to bring WITH HER on the plane on Thursday to Chicago.
My mother. The teetotaler. Bringing 200 shot glasses to Chicago. I love her so much. She would call it loving me for who I am.
So if you are at Blogher, come on over and get your shot glasses. I’ll be hanging with the button girl, the tatt girl and her husband the pool boy.
If you can’t make it Blogher, shoot me off an email at babybrewing at gmail dot com and when I get back with the new and improved glasses, I send you one in the mail for free! Cause I’m nice like that.
Edited: OK, there are some left but it’s getting too pricey to ship these bad boys. I should have made Mommy Needs a Cocktail plastic cups! You can now find them for sale ($3, free shipping) over here.
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