You know you're an alcoholic when...
When you keep smelling smoke for hours, thinking it was that great candle you bought, but in fact it was the cig you knocked out of the ashtray onto the throw rug that was smoldering. Thank goodness, I had the presence of mind to get up and douse it with water (hours later after the room was filled with smoke). Now, the throw rug is ruined, the carpet is ruined, the padding underneath is ruined, and the subfloor is scorched. Quite a few expensive 700 thread count sheets have burn holes, a really expensive mattress cover ruined, a hole in a down comforter, a quilt, etc. Cigs and AL--dangerous bedfellows.
And, then there is the night somehow I managed to dislocate and break my shoulder and laid on the floor all night. Still don't quite know exactly how that happened. Couldn't get up to go to the bathroom, so just laid there and peed when I had to.
Last week, I kept hearing my neighbor's dog crying. Went over there with my flashlight, fed the poor beast, gave him water and left a nasty note under his wiper blade on his truck, telling him he should be ashamed, all the while my sprinkler system was going off, so I was soaked. But, even when I'm drunk, I can't stand animal abuse. The guy doesn't even live there. He just chains the poor dog there every day and occasionally comes by to check on him. When he came by to tell me what great care he takes of his dog, I was boo-hooing by that time. The dog's eyes are all crusty and infected. Pathetic. Kay
When you keep smelling smoke for hours, thinking it was that great candle you bought, but in fact it was the cig you knocked out of the ashtray onto the throw rug that was smoldering. Thank goodness, I had the presence of mind to get up and douse it with water (hours later after the room was filled with smoke). Now, the throw rug is ruined, the carpet is ruined, the padding underneath is ruined, and the subfloor is scorched. Quite a few expensive 700 thread count sheets have burn holes, a really expensive mattress cover ruined, a hole in a down comforter, a quilt, etc. Cigs and AL--dangerous bedfellows.
And, then there is the night somehow I managed to dislocate and break my shoulder and laid on the floor all night. Still don't quite know exactly how that happened. Couldn't get up to go to the bathroom, so just laid there and peed when I had to.
Last week, I kept hearing my neighbor's dog crying. Went over there with my flashlight, fed the poor beast, gave him water and left a nasty note under his wiper blade on his truck, telling him he should be ashamed, all the while my sprinkler system was going off, so I was soaked. But, even when I'm drunk, I can't stand animal abuse. The guy doesn't even live there. He just chains the poor dog there every day and occasionally comes by to check on him. When he came by to tell me what great care he takes of his dog, I was boo-hooing by that time. The dog's eyes are all crusty and infected. Pathetic. Kay
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