Ha Lushy - you think I didn't try and patent that invention? Would have saved my wardrobe, I tell you.
Just have to add a weird little postscript here.
You know the apricot tree? A few months (or so) into sobriety, it started to wither. It was a stunning tree, beautiful, luscious foliage and plump, juicy fruit. It died. I took this as a sign that;
A. It missed my witty conversations, or
B. It really was time to quit drinking.
I now have a compelling desire to create a bumper sticker:
'Give up the booze, kill an apricot tree'.
My husband wanted to plant another. My response? Noooooooooooo.
Oh, and we moved the rock. (That rotten rock.)
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