Dry
I don't touch alcohol between Halloween and Thanksgiving. The self-imposed rule allows me to lose a pants size or two and lets me bounce out of bed every morning with a spring in my step. I find that I only long for a beer at the end of a particularly taxing day. That's good to know. When I open a refrigerator in November, it's not a bottle of Boulevard that tempts me. A carton of premium eggnog, however, is constantly calling my name.
1 Comments:
At 6:20 AM, mike t. said…
heh... so much for losing a pant size or two with that eggnog!
me? i'm waiting for the Edy's Peppermint ice cream. with hot chocoloate fudge on top.
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