Starting early

You know that Wet July I was talking about? Well, I thought I'd get an early start on Saturday night. After a stressful, emotion-filled week, The Man and I decided to just say, "To hell with it all!" and treat ourselves to a bottle of wine - and we determined to finish the whole bottle in one sitting.

I'm a lightweight. I'm a "One Glass Screamer", so after two very large glasses - or was it three - I was pretty merry. Very merry. Happily merry. Who cared about the issues and the problems? Not me! It was just nice to not care at all for a while. Transformers was on the TV and I was having fun watching it. My happy demeanour didn't stop me from recognising the pitiful acting though. The best actor in that movie is Optimus Prime. I love Optimus Prime. I have vague recollections of declaring that I was going to buy myself a piece of machinery and call it Optimus Prime................

Good grief! I was gone!

Thankfully, after passing out, I woke up feeling pretty normal. No headache, no hangover, no regrets. I guess that's what happens when you get tanked in the safety of your own loungeroom.

Dear readers, I'm not a drinker. At all. Sometimes......very rarely......I just like to check out for a while. As my kid's doctor said to me once, "Leisa, one child with medical issues causes untold stress on a family and a relationship. You've got four. Somewhere down the line you've got to crack."

Therefore, on Saturday, I checked out so I wouldn't crack. I'm already doing the counselling, so it's not as though the checking out is my only option.

Oh yes, and the bottle? A lovely Wyndham Vale Cab Sav.

Silly me.