Five Months Today

I hate to say it's my personal best after trying for four years, but there you have it. I feel great. I do not want to drink again, although that Little Bastard whispers to me sometimes, like today, when he thought I should celebrate five months sober with a glass of wine. LB is not the brightest star in the constellation, is he?
LB can't fool me because I know that there is no such thing as a single glass for me. I want gallons if I have any at all. I never want to feel another hangover again. So to celebrate, I am going on my first commitment of the group I belong to. I'm hoping they won't call on me to speak, however; I've never done that and not sure what I would say.

Today I am grateful for:

Five months of waking up without a hangover

A little quiver of joy when I realize I don't ever have to feel hungover again

That my children are healthy and happy

That we are having meatloaf and mashed potatos for dinner tonight (comfort food!)