"Twilight!" mom explained after a temporary lapse of memory when I asked her what books she had bought today.
I had just driven over to get some soft drinks for my daily caffeine fix. From what I've heard online, these should be some interesting books for mom to read. I am wondering if she will like them. She disliked Harry Potter.
Mom then asked me about my magazine on tropical fish.
"I always pick the most expensive hobbies to be a poor man," I told her chuckling.
"Well, maybe you will get an aquarium for Christmas," mom told me.
I wasn't going to get my hopes up. Last year, I wanted curtains for my house for Christmas and they never materialized. I never did get a Christmas present from my parents. I just chalked it up to how much they do for me year round. I really couldn't complain.
As I was leaving, I walked downstairs into the foyer and then into the basement. Inside the fridge was ANOTHER gigantic bottle of wine. I muttered obscenities under my breath as I grabbed three Diet Dr. Peppers. It had been almost a whole year and the desire to drink is still there. Albeit muted. A year ago, I would have drank the whole bottle as I stood there without a care in the world. Is this some sign from above that I am getting better? I do know that I will always be an alcoholic though. There is no cure. The obsession just lessens over the years I hope.