Today was 2.5 years since my last drink, a decidedly unfestive lukewarm garage beer.
Here is my day in pictures.
Today I drank this.
Not pictured are the popcorn and milk duds I ate while watching this with my girls.
That’s the part where Ralphie says to the witch, “Don’t bother me. I’m thinking.” Amen, Ralphie.
I bought a Saint Bernard today.
He is only four inches tall, a tiny treat that made me disproportionately happy. Though I have to share him with her.
2.5 years sober feels good. I feel lucky, blessed.