Originally Posted by
LLLisa 
Yep. My XAH once got lost in the supermarket for hours and hours. When he came home drunk he told me he wasn't drunk he was just distressed from being lost in the aisles for so, so long...
oh boy flashbacks.
note before: we were living in northern michigan.
my sons mom had me run to the store for milk. i had to drive by the bar to get to the store, so why not a beer?
4 hours later, dunk as cooter brown, i make it back home.
sons mom wasnt happy. up one side of me and down the other.
aaaand i HAD to open my mouth:
"i made it home with the milk. look what Rod(old drunking friend) did- he went out for bread and milk and ended up in jail in chicago, so i did pretty dam good."
our floors were more comfortable to sleep on than the couch.