What MADE your day today?

[_priapism]

I was joking, but the thing is, I’ve tried hiding the booze in some very imaginative places... cabinets, air vents, inside other bottles, under the vegetables, on top of furniture, backs of drawers, under dirty clothes in my closet... it’s like the kid is a bloodhound for booze.  Completely ruins my enjoyment when the beer is warm and I’m looking over my shoulder to mix a drink.

My son is high functioning ASD.  It’s not entirely his fault. But it is a little his fault.  I would just give up booze, but hey, that’s crazy talk.

[psiberzerker]

I’ve tried hiding the booze in some very imaginative places... cabinets, air vents, inside other bottles, under the vegetables, on top of furniture, backs of draws, under dirty clothes in my closet...

...like an alcoholic? 

[_priapism]

I’ve tried hiding the booze in some very imaginative places... cabinets, air vents, inside other bottles, under the vegetables, on top of furniture, backs of draws, under dirty clothes in my closet...

...like an alcoholic? 

Like an alcoholic hiding it from another alcoholic.     My wife knows where everything is.  I’m not going to kick my kid to the curb for stealing my booze, but it is annoying as fuck.  He could at least have the courtesy to refill the bottles with water and tea, like I did to my dad.  LOL.

[psiberzerker]

He could at least have the courtesy to refill the bottles with water and tea, like I did to my dad.  LOL.

I'm assuming this is still a joke, so I'll keep playing along...

Don't tell him that! I'd rather find the bottle a little lower than my single malt watered down.  IDK how old he is, but watering down whiskey?  Yep, that's a paddlin'.

[MintJulie]

I’ve tried hiding the booze in some very imaginative places... cabinets, air vents, inside other bottles, under the vegetables, on top of furniture, backs of draws, under dirty clothes in my closet...

Kevin had info in his safe.  I didn't go into it until I was provided the combination in January when I received a bunch of paperwork from his brother who was also his financial advisor.

Inside was a thumbdrive that had a bunch of information.   One bit of information is that in the downstairs bar, the kickplates come off.   Dan and I went down and easily removed them, held on by a small clip at each leg.  

We found a rather large coin collection that I never knew was a hobby of his.  All of it in ziplock bags in case of water coming in the basement.   Also were about 40 bottles of bourbon, yay.   And lo and behold....I know that Toe knows what this means.... some Pappy Van Winkle.   There was maybe 3 shots left in it.  It remains still today, untouched by me. He wasn't hiding the booze (well maybe the Pappy's), but was storing it because his four cabinets designated for booze were filled and he ran out of room to put it.

 

[Jed_]

I’ve tried hiding the booze in some very imaginative places... cabinets, air vents, inside other bottles, under the vegetables, on top of furniture, backs of draws, under dirty clothes in my closet...

...like an alcoholic?  

Like an alcoholic hiding it from another alcoholic.    My wife knows where everything is.  I’m not going to kick my kid to the curb for stealing my booze, but it is annoying as fuck.  He could at least have the courtesy to refill the bottles with water and tea, like I did to my dad.  LOL.

My grandfather would mark the bottle, except he of course never remembered to do that while drinking, so it was the next day.  I stole an inch or so that night before he marked the bottle.  I knew my grandfather would instantly detect watered down booze.

He drank scotch in the winter and gin in the summer.  Because the first few times I got sick were from scotch and gin (a few times mixed together which I do not recommend as a cocktail), I couldn’t drink either scotch or gin until very recently.  The smell of either would make me nauseous.

[_priapism]

He drank scotch in the winter and gin in the summer.  Because the first few times I got sick were from scotch and gin (a few times mixed together which I do not recommend as a cocktail), I couldn’t drink either scotch or gin until very recently.  The smell of either would make me nauseous.

My grandfather was the same.  My grandmother preferred bourbon. So I am a combination of the two.  Bourbon or Scotch in the winter.  Bourbon or gin in the summer.  Never at the same time mind you...

Once I was on vacation with my father.  My brothers and I raided the mini bar in our room, and drank everything alcoholic in it.

The next morning we were in a panic, because dad was going to throw a fit over a $500 minibar bill.  Thinking quickly, we refilled every small bottle with water or tea and carefully arranged them.  We held our breath as dad reviewed the bill at checkout, but there were no minibar charges on the bill.  30 years later, we still laugh about that one.

[Jed_]

Oh the poor soul that got that room and needed a drink.   

[ChirpingGirl]

All but one adult in this house will even speak to me. 

It's actually not that bad. 

[wayne3218]

All but one adult in this house will even speak to me. 

It's actually not that bad. 

ChirpingGirl, your actually lucky having one person to speak too.
I’m here alone and am talking to myself... and I don’t like the answers I’m getting and can see an argument starting very soon.

[ChirpingGirl]

All but one adult in this house will even speak to me. 

It's actually not that bad. 

ChirpingGirl, your actually lucky having one person to speak too.
I’m here alone and am talking to myself... and I don’t like the answers I’m getting and can see an argument starting very soon.

I scream a lot to myself.

[MintJulie]

I scream a lot to myself.

Been there, done that.   Mostly out of frustration.  Been quite a while since I did that though.  It was in the few years after my stroke.
My elderly neighbor lady thought I was crazy.

[ChirpingGirl]

CJ got kicked out of her own bed. But rather than argue how I own half this house and she doesn't, I spent the night humping wifey #2 in her room. 

Actually a great night. The baby slept, I nailed a hot disabled blonde and left the Japanese girl in an empty bed all butthurt. 

Still no one will talk to me. Which means I don't have to solve their problems or do anything for them. 

[psiberzerker]

Hard to believe anyone would kick you out of bed.

I scream a lot to myself.

I'm sure because when you're not alone, it's either muffled, or full of cock?

[MintJulie]

The best nights sleep since coming home from vacation.   Hopefully I'm back on my sleep schedule.

Going out with Dan's work friends tonight.  Still being planned.  Nothing finalized.  Ampi-theatre for a local band.  A top-golf excursion.  I told him it better be outside, that I'm not sitting inside on a beautiful summer night.

[ChirpingGirl]

Hard to believe anyone would kick you out of bed.

Never once happened till I married a Japanese girl.

"If you didn't want to marry me, you can sleep without me."

Ok... I was severely punished. 


Honestly if it weren't for her daughter I might have told her to get out last night. I'm sick of her refusing to hear anything that doesn't serve her own wants. 

And no my mouth is not constantly stuffed with genitalia. 

[_priapism]

Taking the family to Sea World.  Sounds great, if I can avoid sun burn.  They sell beer at the park and have a giant wave machine.  Win win.  And they got rid of the orcas and dolphins.  So less animal cruelty involved.

[psiberzerker]

And no my mouth is not constantly stuffed with genitalia. 

Oh, sorry.  I ment when you're screaming.  Of course, you have to stop and dry your fingers off to type at some point.

[Jed_]

And no my mouth is not constantly stuffed with genitalia. 

Only because I don’t live with you.

[ChirpingGirl]