Decisions, Decisions

We had some scary weather tonight in North Georgia!

Fidel and the kids are visiting his family this week, so it's just me and the dogs. The dogs and I were parked on the couch tonight watching the local weatherman jizz his pants over the strong thunderstorms in the area, and it looked like I was going to have to retreat to the basement while the house blew down around me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be down there empty handed, so while the winds blew and the clouds spit hail, I debated on taking either wine or chocolate to nourish me until the worst was over. A true alcoholic would have never debated as long as I did between wine and chocolate, so in the heat of the summer when I'm in the months-long vodka fog, I can look back on this and assure myself that I am, in fact, not an alcoholic. Just a fan of vodka, lemons and mint. And so flighty in the brain that I can stand in the kitchen and lose track of my thoughts, even with threatened with certain peril from the sky. Gifted with dropping run-on sentences and fragments in the same, disjointed paragraph. Drugged enough that I don't give a shit.

Life is good. And I chose chocolate.