I woke up this morning and raised up in my bed. "300 days!" I exclaimed. Maggie lay next to me. "300 days sobriety! Maggins!" I exclaimed to her. She didn't look too impressed. She rolled over and went back to licking her paws.
Today is going to be a day of AA meetings in celebration. I feel there is no more fitting way to spend my day. This will also mean using lots of gas so I will have to go cajole mom into filling up my car. Her hair appointment isn't till 3 o'clock. I just have to catch her in the right mood.
I still have weaknesses. My parents have had a case of beer in their fridge for weeks now. Every time I go over, my scheming little brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out a way to drink a beer. Hey, I am only being honest. I am usually chaperoned anytime I go downstairs to that fridge. LOL!