Tough to Explain
Friday, May 1st, 2009
There are some situations in which there is no good explanation, even if it is perfectly innocent. Yesterday I bought a tiny bottle of brandy for a recipe and rather than taking a bag, I popped it in my purse. I remember thinking “this could look bad” and briefly thought about making joke to the cashier about re-stocking my daily necessities or how I like to keep it handy. Then I remembered though that no one ever thinks I’m funny. After that I promptly forgot that it was there.
That afternoon I went to school to volunteer with the children- so wholesome. A desperate alcoholic would never do that. The problem is that I am a complete mess and throw my stuff everywhere. This is when my stashed airline bottle of “mommy’s pick me up” was exposed. A choice had to be made and I erred for once on the side of caution. I realized that there is no way that it could come out sounding good. Even the truth would sound a little contrived: well you see I forgot it was there because I was going to use it for a recipe. Yeah that’s it a recipe. I never drink brandy especially not during the day
So I said nothing and acted as if it was normal and hoped that no one actually noticed. So if you hear anything, it’s not true. Although, this post does sound a bit defensive