"You're too drunk, sweetie,"

I said calmly.

"Wha ... whaddaya mean?" she bobbed her head up and down in her inebriation.

"I don't want you throwing up on them," I calmly explained to shovel some freshly-whipped up bullshit.

"Nuh nuh, is... is fine..." Chelsea tried to explain.

"How about you sleep it off?" I suggested.

"Oh... okay..." Chelsea staggered up, holding on to the pillow as she waltzed up to her bedroom. I smiled, thinking of the endless possibilities of mischief.