Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I attest that my client may have started a full-blown slugfest at Mother’s Day brunch, and she may have clocked a few well-deserving matriarchs, but it’s all about perspective, and I intend to prove it. Exhibit A: Seared raspberry flank steak on designer dresses and candied bacon McGriddles smashed against foreheads. Exhibit B: spiced plum old fashioneds and rosemary daiquiris flying through the air. Exhibit C: Gucci leather handbags dripping with plumcot compote. What’s that? She’s pleading guilty? Then I rest my case.
