It’s a stupidly cold, lonely, snowy Saturday — I’m here by the fireplace with my dog, feeling a little sorry for myself, truth be told. Mr. James is working, my kiddos live far away, I haven’t gotten to see any of my James Gang or gone to any conferences in 2020 and I MISS IT. I miss hanging out and laughing with my friends, meeting new readers and generally pretending I’m a 22 year old who can dance till midnight and drink until dawn.

So let’s play a virtual drinking game of NEVER HAVE I EVER, ...