Yesterday, as I was preparing to watch the Blue Jays game, I said to my wife who was upstairs at the time, “I think I’ll have a rum!”
Minutes later, as she descended the stairs and came into the room, she was startled to see me on the couch.
“I thought you went for a run!”
Nope. Drinking instead.
And if you saw the game, you’d know that us Jays fans needed the drink.