My Park Standards

I recently made jokes with Tom about this one St. Patrick’s Day where lunch with a friend somehow turned into a pub crawl and ended with my son telling me I smelled funny as I “fell asleep” on the couch. How classy am I? I honestly thought that my personal statute of limitations on this episode had run and that I was safe with whatever new details of the story came out. I figured out about halfway through telling Tom that I was super wrong.