HalfRehab

If you follow Bev on Instagram, you probably saw that I am trying to cut back on my wine consumption this month. My wallet and waistline are both hoping to benefit, and I’ve got the entire bottom half of my fridge full of flavored sparkling water to distract myself like the willpowerless imbecile that I am.

The good news is, after buying Target out of aforementioned sparkling water, I went on a legit four-hour cleaning bender, and my fridge looks like Yolanda Foster’s.

The bad news is, Perrier didn’t make it known on the box that their sparkling water comes in two different cans, and that there are not equal amounts of each type of can in the box. And I’m halfrehabbing and I can’t even have a glass of wine to ease the tics.

Thank heavens, I discovered that little mini-shelf at the bottom of the fridge door so I don’t have to stare Satan in the eyes every time I open the SOB.

And, yes, I’m OCD enough to (want to) organize my cans of sparkling water symmetrically, but I also misplaced a bag one-third full of shredded cheese a week ago, and am waiting for the smell to lead me to its hiding place. Does this pendulum swing make me bipolar?

Don’t answer that.

-Bev

P.S- and if you don’t follow Bev on Instagram, you should. 

P.P.S.- who wants to make bets on how long before MamaG makes an Insta, solely so she can follow me? I mean, Smoke followed me on Twitter last week, so anything is possible at this point.

I’m not kidding.

It’s a long story.