A Prairie Home Companion from American Public Media:

"I locate the martini glasses, which had been used for fingerpaints, and I chill them, and I shake up the gin and vermouth in a pitcher of ice, and put on a Sinatra CD, and word gets around. The neighbors come over. They've been slaves to the brutal schedule of their children's social, educational, spiritual, recreational and therapeutic activities, with scarcely a free moment for themselves. 'How about it?' I say. 'Lock the little buggers in the laundry room and let's party. If they get put into foster care, so be it.' I pour us each a stiff drink and slap some beef on the grill, and we have ourselves a whee of a time. "