Really, Kitty DrunkDrunk? The punchbowl? And here I was thinking I’m the only one who likes to start her Sundays with a nice tureen of figure-friendly vodka and Crystal Light lemonade. I predict we’ll be fistfighting each other by noon. Tops. She’ll start by making some offhand shitty comment about what I’m wearing and then be all passive aggressive about it and say she was just “kidding”, all the while trying to hide the fact that she is taking a stealth pee on the utility bills.