Interesting variation, Boxer Aa. Most men prefer raincoats to hats in such situations. Still, always good to get the ladies laughing. Eases the tension, eh?
JJ a monkey hat sounds something worth seeing. If you're on full view on CS, you should see a 'my blog admin' section to your left. The bottom option is 'upload blog photos' and if your hat is anywhere on the computer, you can find it and load it. Go on, be a devil
Socrates, I drink the occasional glass of wine or, in very hot weather, a shandy. I recently got very giggly over strawberry gin. I partake, in other words. I can answer no to all of Cat's comments.
I have worked with an alcoholic, who used to give me a lift to work, and would stop to buy a 6-pack of beer on the way, and also a bottle of vodka to stash in his desk-drawer most days. He would have answered yes to pretty nearly all of Cat's comments.
There's a huge, huge world in between - but as for dealing with the far end, the only option is cold turkey, with or without the help of AA. I think the reason your blog is twisting tails is the implication that to 'partake' at all on any kind of regular basis is to be an alcoholic. Not so.
I never even saw any red wine. There was a glass of pink which made me very giggly and perhaps a leetle bit talkative, perhaps. Unusual for me to be talkative.
Ish, you have to stop all this character assassination
A little boy's appendix suddenly went nuclear at school and the school couldn't reach the mother, so contacted the father, who rushed his son to hospital for emergency surgery.
A terrible shock for the surgeon to realize the boy on the table was their son.
Arachnoid. There is a conviction amongst those who take the zodiac seriously that Scorpio should be divided into two signs, and arachnoid is the other option mooted.
As I am sweet, gentle, kind, self-effacing and modest, I can't be a true Scorpio. They are also not generally liars and I am none of the above so must be a glitch or an alternative
I moved to England in 2000, with the intention of living in the UK for 3 years, and I think that helps, knowing it isn't a forever thing. My company gave me the chance to move to Scotland 2 years later (for, I thought, a year) and I absolutely hated the new work environment, couldn't understand the accents, but loved the country. And - that was 14 years ago.
When you uproot, your roots never go that deep again. I have made my home here, but every uproot is easier because you know you've done it once, and that the move isn't set in stone, you still have choices. I'd be happiest moving with a job, because that means no financial terrors, but that's me.
You can leave your hat on:
Blue - kinda like this?I'd hesitate to hurt your feelings but - there's room for a little imagination. Google hair hats.