Beth and Leo

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“How the Hell did you do that?” my daughter asks as we sit at the bar. The bartender had poured me a shot of tequila (heavy on the salt) and on its way to my lips I had brushed it with my other hand and it spilled out all over the bar counter-and me-splashing everywhere, especially on my face and my clothes. My face now had a wash of salt all over it. As I turn toward her, “Does it look that bad?” I ask my girl. “Well, your makeup is starting to run, mom. “ “That…