Well but that's the thing, I picture them all differently. The pepsi monster is cute and fluffy and cuddly and happy and warm and fuzzy lol
The husband's monster is hunched over, sick looking, disease ridden thing. Awful little monster. It's evil.
My booze monster ... I never given it an identity. I guess when I quit I determined it was a part of me, not separate at all. Just a part of me that would have to live the way I wanted to live. Drinking just stopped being an option and there really wasn't much of a fight for it.