Thank the stars. I literally just breathed a sigh of relief.Have faith dear friend. Veuve doesn’t come in a can. I was simply mimicking the old sweaty teets morning exclamation.
Can’t be having an Emily in Paris Chamere notion. Plus, Camille’s mother is the WORST.
Carry on. I’ll bring the crème de cassis to share the cousin of the mimosa - the kir royale. Coming to a future Sackygate.
Everyone bring your steady shoes.