Livin’ La Vida Sobra

Six days post spring break, and I’m six days into a quasi-dryout. I wish dryout meant, like, I could run my liver through the dishwasher, throw that bad boy on a paper towel, and call it good, but we’re talking a little more than that. In these six days, I’ve had two glasses of champagne. Two. This means that I’ve also been consuming actual fruits and vegetables, drinking water, and spending my time GSD… getting shit done.

I’ve got workouts and clean laundry aplenty.

I’ve got food prepped and packaged galore.

You want projects done?

I’m your woman.

But who cares, no big deal, 

I want beer…..

Like, what do you sober people do all the time? I’ve watched two movies in the last two days (if you know my A.D.D. ass, this is like a record). My house is pretty damn clean. That thing I’ve been meaning to hang above my bed for weeks? It’s up. The tools I’ve been meaning to carry in from my car since the battery incident? Stored where they belong. Six workouts in the past seven days, clean sheets, clean clothes, clean dishes, clean Bev. Man, this is weird.

Of course, I still have some projects upcoming- vacuum out dat car, Bevvy. Scrub those baseboards, girl. Clean. out. that. closet. But then… ?

I guess there are people who have… like, hobbies, huh? Can someone suggest a hobby? That doesn’t involve booze or unhealthy food?

I didn’t think so.

-Bev

P.S.- for realsies, if any of you know how Bev can access Homeland, Season 5 easily/cheaply, she’ll spot ya a few Silver Bullets next time you see her. And, if you can suggest a (dry, healthy) hobby she actually likes, I’m sure MamaG (and Bev’s liver, bank account, and overall well-being) would be forever indebted.