I Saw My Mother in Law Slip Something Into My Glass

At my wedding, I saw my mother-in-law slip something into my champagne glass, so I switched our glasses and smiled while she raised the toast. For a year that woman told everyone in Charleston I was unstable, and she picked our $60,000 reception, in front of 180 guests, to finally prove it. What she forgot is that I have been a hospital pharmacist for seven years: I knew exactly what she poured, and I knew exactly what to do next. By the end of the night, one of us left in an ambulance, and it was not me.