I don't have a drink every day but when I feel like it, I pop open a beer, pour a glass of wine, or have Angry make me a margarita (he makes a great one!).
Or, we visit our favorite local restaurant’s bar (and all our Facebook Friend bartenders) for Happy Hour.
I'm currently taking an antibiotic. This antibiotic has a "severe" reaction to alcohol. It is so severe that I can't even use mouthwash, cough syrup, or perfume.
Read that again. . . I can't put alcohol on. my. skin.
Needless to say, these 7 days that I’m on this medicine (and at least a couple of days after to let it work its way out of my system) suck. Big time.
Like I said, I don't have a drink every day. But since I know I can't, I've never
Every time I go into the fridge those beer bottles are staring back at me as if they are daring me to open them. I swear I heard “triple dog dare” last night as I was shutting the door. I hate them right now.
Thanks for letting me bitch. I hope I can survive until next Wednesday. Wish me luck; I'm going to need it.