From my inbox, the cheer-me-up version:
Sobanista (day 13): “It’s to the point now that when Wolfie sneaks into my head I don’t want to give up my days.”
Wanting to be a Sober Mom (day 56): “It’s sober & freezing. I need something to complain about since I can’t complain about being hung over.”
Winemonster (day 28): “Belle, I think my husband wants to call the doctor because suddenly I’m obsessed with cleaning and organizing! (A tidy house was never a concern when I was drinking). As my own lighthouse, I don’t want dust, clutter and confusion to dim my light.”
Lirpa (day 46): “Feeling quite good! Had some sneaky wolfie thoughts, but just thought “ewwwww gross!” Just like I would about a gross ex boyfriend! Ha!”
Rx (day 17): “I have to stay sober as I’ve thought up so many treats.”
from me: run completed, ground beef purchased, homemade english muffins ready for the griddle. i’m going to bed at 9:30 pm tonight. i swear. and i may have to send mr. belle out for chocolate.