If I drank that much not only would I be totally pished, my son would be from his milk too. I know we shouldn't laugh but it's hard not to when he's laughing at himself.
Don't be holding your breath there, Mrs Patto. It isn't pretty, and I always make a dick of myself and stay stupid things. I'm honourarily banned from boozing. It's hard for him, I know it is, but he's fighting it. I still remember last time as clear as day. I was one of the ones he forgot.
True Irish lass then, huh? I was terrified he wouldn't remember me. I kept having these weird dreams about it. My mind playing tricks on me as I was waiting for him to wake up, I guess. I'm not saying this is better, because it isn't. It's hard seeing him forget the smallest things. But it's just not as hard as I anticipated.
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