I got to be with my Mom for 5 days this week. I haven’t seen her in 2 years. Before I got sober the Mother/Son bond was about severed. Today I can say it is not. I have been reminded of the joys of being her son.
This song is one of many she couldn’t stand but I played over and over….loudly, when I was much younger. Strangely enough she remembered it and didn’t mind it so much this time around.
Wisdom comes from failure and experience. At least that is my belief. As I have grown older, my failures have taught me that my drinking habits has to change. I used to have the motto-
“Try everything once…..sometimes repeatedly just to be sure I don’t have a taste for it.”
How times have changed…..
With all the choices in drink that line the shelves I have limited myself to 1.
I have a bottle in my truck.
I have a bottle in my kitchen.
I keep one stashed in the back of the medicine cabinet.
I even have one next to my bed… In case I need a shot in the middle of the night.
“From there to here, from here to there, those funny things are everywhere.”
It’s not Black Velvet
It’s not Johnny Walker Red, Black or Blue
It’s not Grey Goose
The color is distinct and is surely a tell.
It comes with a shot glass to make me feel well.
It eases the heartburn and helps calm my nerves.
It keeps my stomach from throwing a curve.
I will reveal the name
Although I’m sure you must know
Pepto Bismol is my cure
For my daily woes.
SINK THE PINK!!!
Good2begone 