I've given up drinking. No one in the family seems to believe me. I think my 20 year old expressed the general sense of surprise and disbelief best when she said, "Wait, wha.. what, wait what, huh? Nahaa!" But I'm serious. Not that I drank much to begin with. But lately it's just taken a turn for the worse. Normally, I'm the happiest damned drunk in the world. Just ask the minions of tiny leprechauns that seem to come out of nowhere to join me. I know this to be true, I've seen the bar tab. But I'm sure they bought their share of rounds as well from their cute little gold coin filled pots. Especially that Karl, funny name for a leprechaun, but I digress. Anyway, lately even the leprechaun's have abandoned me due to my less than happy demeanor. I was turning into a mean drunk whose drinking buddies degraded from happy little green guys to those mean soldiers from the evil camp in Lord of the Rings. The ones that were created underground in vats of mud. I'm not buying those bastards anything. I quit.
