Thursday, September 23, 2010
It started off very innocently. I had a really rough day and I needed a kiddie cocktail to calm my severed nerves. But one just wasn't enough. I had started a little fire inside me that could not be put out. At first it was just kiddie cocktails at home. Then I started ordering them at restaurants. From there I moved to harder things like Dr.Pepper and Cherry Coke.
Don't judge-- OK. I'm pouring my heart out here.
Anyway, I thought I could quit any time but it turns out that it's harder to do than it sounds. Help! Me and my cherry soft drinks are hiding out here in the closet typing away. I can't stop! I think about them everyday! I've started buying Grenadine by the case loads. I have them hidden all over the house. Is that so wrong? At least I can assure you that I never do it with the kids around. That is a total disaster because they actually expect me to share with them-- uh, no. That's just crossing the line.
What can a girl do?
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