I kinda talked to him. I think he might have taken some pills this morning so I didn't want to get into it too much with him until he dries out. But basically I told him it stops or he leaves, and he only has one more chance. He said he understood and he is starting to think he might have to go to AA or something like that because he can't seem to keep it together. Action talks though, we'll see how it goes.
Meanwhile, by way of being nice and trying to make it up to me a little bit he decided to cook. I'm not sure why he cooked hockey pucks but he insists that at one point they were biscuits. You be the judge:
He forgot to take them out of the oven... for 3 hours.
I needed that laugh today.