In fact I've spoken about our drinking habits before in the national press.
However last weekend DH sank to a new low. Not in the amount he drank or the trouble he got himself into. No, in his ridiculous repudiation of the actual truth.
Let me explain.
It's Friday night. The end of another long week and time for a well deserved drink (that's the usually Friday excuse, Thursday could be 'bad day', Wednesday 'good day', Tuesday 'nice meal' , Monday 'we need to finish off that open bottle on the counter', Sunday 'end of the weekend', Saturday 'it's Saturday').
Anyway, having polished off our bottle of wine I decided to hit the hay and left him cradling his umpteenth glass of vodka and coke in front of some sports related TV programme. It was my turn to do the morning shift next day (I know this because my days are Monday - Sunday inclusive and he does....erm.....hmm, something not quite right here...).
So, when I got up the next morning I noticed a seriously abused bottle of vodka on the counter alongside - a shot glass. Yes Ladies and Gentlemen my husband was doing vodka shots on Friday night - at home by himself.
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| Absolute Asshole |
Now that's pretty low.
But that's not all.
When he eventually dragged his hungover ass out of bed and stumbled around the house for half an hour I showed him the shot glass.
'Having a little party last night were we?' I asked
He rubbed his head and said in complete seriousness -
'Yeah, I think all those soft drink mixers were giving me a headache'.
Yep that'll be it.
A new low - even for him.
