Uncorked

That little champagne cork was getting the best of Carol. Ray took over and when it finally released like a projectile Mafia weapon -- all six tables in the restaurant erupted in applause and a rogue Italian ran off with the bottle. He brought it back when cute little perky Pat snarled at him like a rabid Chihuahua.

Not to be outdone by each other, the afternoon spiraled into silliness as Matt and Rob modeled ways to accesorize with a cork cap. The more food that these two grown men ate, the farther they regressed.

Christine and I studied this phenomenon, discussed it and took the forks from our husbands.