sugar tooth, whiskey tongue
I had a nice time hanging out with Monk and Cole the other day. When Lainie left in the morning, she jokingly said that all three of us should be on our best behavior. Later on, Cole put a blanket over both of our heads. Monk said, "Are you guys making out in there? Susan, I thought Mom told you to be on your best behavior." I told Cole that I only like him as a friend. He took it pretty well.

I watched Red River for my Alternative Poetics class today. That's where my post title comes from--the cook on the big cattle drive tells this one guy that his "sugar tooth" was as bad as a "whiskey tongue." And it turned out to be true--the guy kept sneaking sugar from the chuck wagon and one night he accidentally knocked all the pots over and it made so much noise that the cattle stampeded and one of the guys died. So John Wayne shot Sugartooth in the shoulder. It was kind of a weird movie.