I count myself amongst the incredibly lucky in that when I drink I don’t get mean or sad, I just get sappy. I used to look at Abby or my dogs and just get nearly overwhelmed by how much I love them and how much they mean to me. I’m a little too busy and a little too early to bed and early to rise to drink all that much these days, but when I do, I look at Roby and I don’t get nearly overwhelmed, I just get overwhelmed. It’s an immense feeling, an immeasurable feeling, huge, magnificent. I think that if everyone felt this way when they drank the world would be a better place. 

I figure I’ve been making my posts too long of late, 
nice lil’ shortie for the 18th.