Asta...oh I've done the "put it on our room" at the swim up bar! Hate gettin that bill.
Yeah, the thing is, I don't want a few beers. I want 8. And really I don't wanna go there..the hangovers were tremendous. The "fun" of drinking them I thought outweighed the misery of the hangover..and then all of a sudden..not so much. I just feel so much better, I don't have daily struggles..not to say the urge or thoughts don't come my way..but I'm not 'white-knuckling' it. I'm thinking about it sooooo much less that I used to.
Ya know...we used to go to my grandma's a few days before the dinner to help her make the raviolis, but she may buy them now. Not sure to be honest..we sort of stopped doing that, and she may have, too, seeing that she's 93. They tasted homemade if they weren't! (The sauce is always homemade, of course.)
Glad you guys are doing well and are keepin me company here!
Hope our other peeps are doing well, too!