There I was, scouring the kitchen for the perfect receptable to hold the large amount of orange juice and DiSaronno I was about to pour, when Henry disbanded the party.
"Uh, are you sure you should be drinking? You do have a kidney infection."
"Oh shit, you’re probably right." My shoulders caved a little as I replaced the amaretto on the shelf.
"And did you take your antibiotic today?"
"Oh shit…"