It Got Us: A Correction

My father wants the followers of my blog to be clear about one thing: it was NOT whiskey that he brought me in order to heal my stomach woes.  Let the record show that it was cognac.  Specifically, Courvoisier.  

There, Dad...now all who come across my silly little blog will know that you did not--and would not--bring your daughter just any old hillbilly hooch for her tummy. 

Thanks.  :)