Well I'm tellin' you, I DO cave 99.9% of the time, but after my last barf-fest, he could
put on a cop uniform, sport two wine glasses and a chilled bottle of anything and there's no
way in freaking HELL I'd give in. HAR!
I'm not going to go off the sauce for good, but I'm going to probably revert to my old
standby situation: IF WE GO OUT.
Sitting at home and getting hammered (all the time) is lame.
I mean, safe, but lame.
Not saying we'd go out and then drink and drive, totally cab it, but just save drinking
for special things.
So if we went out for our anniversary, I'd drink. Or if we went out to a bar with some friends,
But, the fact remains that we have zero money to go out and these days, zero friends, so I guess
it's the sober life for me!
That is, unless my kids kill me during the rest of our 53 day summer (but who's counting) and I just HAVE to drink in
order not to murder them... snort.
We shall see, but for now, I'm on the straight and narrow (enter virtuous smile here).