Wow, another GREAT post as my AV is romanticizing my drinking days lately .
Let’s see, there is the rotating the stores where I bought my booze, there is the time when I noticed a big scrape and bruise on my hand at work and wondered how it got there and then shamefully remembered that I fell down the stairs the night before —drunk as all get out .
How about the time I drunk Facebooked to my brothers girlfriend and she has blocked me and never spoken to me since?
Or maybe there was that time that I thought I would light a bonfire in the backyard, as I was doing my yardwork and always having a glass or five of wine at the time and poured gasoline on it and lit it. Came in with my hair singed and my eyebrows gone. Kids and then husband asking me if I was OK and how much I was drinking.
Being able to down 10 seven and sevens after two bottles of wine in one night and thinking it was normal and fun.
Thinking about when my next drink was before my first drink, and wondering when I’d stop for that session.
Yeah, lots of fun I’m missing out on.
Thanks for reminder LG
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