Today is day 4. Predictably, the wine witch hit me today a few times, in very sneaky ways. My wine witch, or wolfie, tends to have a whiny voice in my head. For some reason, she seems like a Sheila to me. So that’s what I’ll call her: Sheila. She is a manipulative one, that Sheila. She told me all kinds of things today about how I don’t really have a problem. She also started freaking out about upcoming events, like my trip to New York next weekend (how can we possibly go to New York and not have a drink!!! Come ON!), the bachelorette weekend scheduled for June 21 in Palm Springs with a bunch of party girls, or our trip to Hawaii later this year. “You can’t possibly do this to me!” She whispered in my ear all day, getting louder right around 7:30 p.m. while I cooked dinner (walnut pesto stuffed chicken breast with brown rice and kale!).
Well guess what, Sheila. I’m onto your nonsense. I won’t be “loving you till the morning comes.” (see link below) Tell it to someone else. Out with Sheila, in with the new.
I’ll have some chamomile tea, thank you very much.
And I’ll dance to this funky video with my tea, sober. Cause I’m that happy about day 4.