Somehow we found ourselves doing wholesome activities yesterday.
But later on, after the kids had gone to bed…
My two brain cells were sober (against my wishes) and decided to stop Scarybear.
If I’d been drunk the way I wanted, I’d never have taken Scary on.
And so Scary went ahead and wrecked the kids’ gingerbread house, which they didn’t notice anyway, and I had a beer.