When I first started drinking as a teenager, there was no denying that the foul taste of an alcoholic drink was tolerated to get to the dizzy heights of feeling inebriated.
Since I started drinking age fifteen, it’ fair to say drunk times equalled good times, for the most part, and as such began a relationship with booze which meant fun and alcohol unanimously went hand in hand together.
When I made a passing comment last week about considering going vegetarian, the look on Dad Muddling Through’s face said it all. I get it though, I do, because over the last half a year, he must wonder who this person stood before him is, and what the hell happened to his wife.