Parting has a completely different definition that what it did maybe 10 years ago...it's all about the clock!
I was really panicked about going to this Margaritaville event..firsts for everything right?
Ran into every possible person I know..and once again ended up like a family /friend reunion... and this was to be a date with my son! But we had a blast!
I don't drink, so that's never been a problem, and surprisingly no urge to smoke...except maybe enjoyed the scent of another aroma!!!!
I don't even want to know what time it was when I got home, and I drove home (which I hated because of the detours)..went to bed without washing my face..don't even remember ever doing that. All I know it was late, I made it, and finally got my lazy you know what out of the bed.
I proudly did not smoke...but geezers I absolutely hate the panic attacks of going to an event wondering if I'll be strong enough for this event. Thankfully, and I truly mean this, I'm than thankful for each success hurdle I jump, and this site.
Keeping it real one day at a time.
