Chocoholic

This evening my sister re-gifted me with a 64 piece box of mini "chocolate liqueur bottles" in the company of my mother. "Are these bottles of BOOOOOZE?" my mother proclaimed as she whipped the box straight out of my hands. In a state of panic and disbelief my mom took this opportunity to announce that she was concerned about my "drinking habits" as she slowly read off the kinds of "alcohol" contained in each chocolate. "Whisky, Rum, VODKA!, VODKA!?" She then began recounting all the wine I had begun drinking "at leisure" recently, and that she was concerned, plus with new information that I had got sick from drinking last weekend after a party, (which my sister kindly informed her of at this moment), insisted that we discuss this new issue. "One week its the wine, and now its this CASE of liquor bottles." This moment reminded me of the time when my parents sat me down intervention style and informed me that I was "spiraling out of control" because my room was messy on a semi-regular basis. How I wish I had the drive and follow-through to develop a "serious" drug addiction, to prove what a real "spiral case" would be. "Even this box says to drink these carefully.. they don't expire until August so you don't have to have all of these right away!" We then had to put them in the backseat out of reach because of course we were driving..

I simply explained to her that my recent and "gross over consumption" of liquor was because I was 22 and living with my parents. How else was I supposed to cope?



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