Thankfully, Dad has never been that bad. There were times... not here, not now... that I worried about him and us, but he mostly knew when to drink and when not to, and I think a lot of it was wanting to remember things from us growing up and not flunk a random drug test. To be perfectly honest, if he wasn't driving, I preferred beer drunk dad to sober dad to liquored dad. Hell, I preferred anything to liquored dad.
Anyways, I do worry about his alcoholism with regards to the future podlings, but that's then and I haven't burnt that bridge yet.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Nah, that just means that you're giving your self a surprise for the future
Did you know that the U.S. controlled Toronto in the War of 1812? And Washington, D.C. was captured and the White House burned? Hmmm...hindsight says we should have given D.C. to the Brits and kept Toronto...I like Canada and would visit if it wasn't a whole 'nother country.
*makes a dark corner to lurk in*
yeah you are
if you think about it, any box could have vibrators in it