I need some help here...And I don't need the stern finger pointers replies...I point at myself all the time. By the way...I love Hoarders too. I always think....I am still good. Not at that point YET...Both Intervention and Hoarders makes me feel better about myself. I know it is selfish....but I need some self esteem here!
I did reach the double digits. And I had a friend blow thru town...(I live in Wyoming ...the winds reach 75 to 80 miles per hour) so we met for drinks. I knew. As soon as I grabbed my coat I knew good and damn well what my plan was. We do have places to eat with no alcohol but I am not taking him to Burger King or Arbys or A&W. Enough to gag a maggot. Ok...we know the story. I have to start over again.
And Carl and the other dog person (Avitar is a dog) don't yell at me. I know what I did. I know the drill. I am a recovering Catholic so this is my confession. Day one. Someone delete me from the February club. Damn...
