Oh, the holidays. Sometimes I just want to run away from it all.
Christmas Eve was especially bad. My whole family are either drinkers or tokers.
And it's not like I can not spend time with them or avoid them during this time.
It started with my sister, the toker. She hardly drinks at all, but she opened Champagne and asked me if I wanted a glass. She knows I stopped drinking.
"Not even half a glass?" she asks. "It never stops at half a glass." I replied.
"Well, I have to stop at half a glass. I'm driving home." she said. But guess what? She didn't stop with half a glass.
It got worse from there. My inebriated nephew said," You don't drink? What's the matter with you?"
Just made me want to crawl under a rock.
Then my husband, who never drinks to excess did that night.
The more he drank, the prettier I got; the uglier he got.
On the upside, he was pretty sick all day today. I pointed that fact out...many times.
I may have felt out of place and maybe a bit sorry for myself last night, but I am thankful I remained sober.
It was the best gift of all.