Speaking of Walking Dead, this is making me feel like Rick when he first wakes up in the hospital. Like what the H-E- double hockey sticks...
Anyway I have been having intrusive thoughts like "I could definitely get one of those little three-serving wine box thingees and drink it and throw the trash away and no one would even know". Which is stupid to begin with because the only person who really cares if I drink or not is my husband and I know damn well I would never be able to lie about something like that to him. But it just poops into my head like a daydream fantasy. I'm not considering acting on it but I feel the need to "out" those thoughts. I see you thoughts. Now Bye, Felicia!
I know I have been very infrequent about posting but we are finally getting settled with moving and everything, thank God. I really do appreciate you all.
So if this thread gets the axe I hope you all message me so that we can stay in contact.