I am the poster girl for all thing non alcoholic. My father is an alcoholic, my grandmother was one, my uncle is a recovering one and I just would like to stay as far away from it
thankyouverymuch. I am vociferous (to people close
to me who ask me) about my
dislike of all things alcoholic (okay, I love wine, but I try to keep that to
meself). So when my hubby told me he was throwing a "man shower" for one of his frat buddies who is expecting a baby I shrugged and said,
mkay. (Well, his wife is expecting a baby but they are the kind of couple who says 'we are
expecting a baby' even though she is doing all the work). I cleaned the house and made them munchies and was about to leave when my hubby said "Where's the beer Funky?"
Uhhhh, what? "We have to have beer! Lots of it" Which is how I found myself at the grocery at one p.m. (as soon as they allow beer sales) buying 17 cases of beer. Yea. That's right. Hubby said they would go through that much beer (and they did, plus all the liquor in my closet from my wedding and the vodka I use to make pie crusts, which
uber upset me). But what shamed me was running into the mother of one of my students while I was checking out with a cart overflowing with lager. And then running into the local
rebbetzin on my way to my car. And my neighbor as I unpacked my car. And then one of my clients as I was lugging everything upstairs.
