After spending all day yesterday tidying and organising my house, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I went shopping, bought J a pressie, practiced my guitar....and then decided to go the pub for a drink. I started out quite well by ordering a small glass of wine ( I think I have only ordered a small glass about 5 times in my life). So anyway I took part in the pub quiz - came last - had a few more wines.
I was conscious of the time while I was there cause I knew J would be home from work at 11ish so I wanted to be home first. Before I left someone suggested sambucas, normally I don't do sambuca due to an unfortunate incident when I worked in a bar in Amsterdam, which involved me cleaning the toilets after some sambuca drinker had pucked in them ! However I am open to new suggestions and decided a sambuca was a good idea. Once tipsy shots always seem like the best suggestion in the world, although I think it is the ritual of drinking them as appose to actually needing the taste or effect.
So I did arrive home before J did, and the house looked tidy, the washing was done, he was coming home to a nice clean house and a tipsy (again) wife. Not quite sure what happened next but something like this, I asked a question, J didn't want to answer, I was accused of having a different attitude, I shouted, J shouted and....I cried and went to bed. Welcome Home.
Everything was good again this morning, it always is but now I have a new point to investigate during my time as a teetotaler - will J be happier?
18 days till tee total time.
I was conscious of the time while I was there cause I knew J would be home from work at 11ish so I wanted to be home first. Before I left someone suggested sambucas, normally I don't do sambuca due to an unfortunate incident when I worked in a bar in Amsterdam, which involved me cleaning the toilets after some sambuca drinker had pucked in them ! However I am open to new suggestions and decided a sambuca was a good idea. Once tipsy shots always seem like the best suggestion in the world, although I think it is the ritual of drinking them as appose to actually needing the taste or effect.
So I did arrive home before J did, and the house looked tidy, the washing was done, he was coming home to a nice clean house and a tipsy (again) wife. Not quite sure what happened next but something like this, I asked a question, J didn't want to answer, I was accused of having a different attitude, I shouted, J shouted and....I cried and went to bed. Welcome Home.
Everything was good again this morning, it always is but now I have a new point to investigate during my time as a teetotaler - will J be happier?
18 days till tee total time.
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