tales from the bottle #2
Saturday, April 12th, 2008
Yes, I like to drink. But I don’t drink much anymore. Mostly because I don’t like to drink alone, though that doesn’t stop me from consuming a beverage now and then. Then there are the anit-depression meds. The alcoholic effect is greater while taking these meds. I sometimes get hot flashes which seems to defeat the reason a tall, cool one.
Then there is the most important reason. I can’t get drunk and sleep in. Heck, I can’t even get drunk. Someone has to be responsible for these kids. And since I tend to be an all or nothing kind of gal, I have to choose nothing.
That said, my dad has gotten me hooked on Smirnoff Ice Malt Beverage. I would drink them at the cottage when I could indulge more and occasionally had one before bed. When he got down here, he kept me stocked up. And we all know that if it is here, it will be consumed. Furthermore, I tend to sleep better if I have a drink before bedtime.
That said, Hank came back from the grocery store on Tuesday and said Publix was out of Smirnoff. Oh that’s OK, I don’t need it. I still had a couple of bottle left. I thought Hank would ignore me and go back to look for some. He didn’t. For 2 nights, I have skipped my nightly drink and have slept poorly. OK, Andy helped some with that. Tonight, I was really hoping for some and by chance looked in the small fridge (that Gail had to have at work) and found 2 bottles of original Smirnoff Ice. Not my favorite but it will do.
Now, can I not buy anymore after this? Afterall, I should be buying gold or at least paying off my mortgage.