Wow. Cleaning out my closet today (in more ways than one) because apparently that is what I do when I do not feel like crap on a Saturday morning.
NINE! Nine hidden bottles in my closet. NINE!!!!
One bottle was still full. Beloved gone for the day. He has the kids up in the woods cutting wood for the winter. It is such a gorgeous fall day. A day it would be nice to just be blurry on. A perfect day for fall.
Itch starts. “No one has to know.” “He won’t be home for hours. You could drink it and he would never know.” “One last time? Just take one last drink in a gorgeous spill of sunshine so that you can remember your last one. I mean, you don’t even really remember your last one. Don’t you think you should be able to remember if it is going to be that important to be The Last One ” SHUT UP ITCH!
I quickly unscrewed the cap and tried to ignore my mouth watering (whoa-that is real) as I poured it down the drain. The smell lingers in mouth and in my nose. I pour bleach down it next.
Nine bottles hidden. One me found.
Daring Truth 