As I am letting loose a bit again on a Saturday night I thought I would share a story.

My dad quit drinking when I was in middle school and hasn't had a drop since. He told a story of one night when he was drinking, he had just got home from the bar. We lived in a split foyer house and as he got halfway up the steps to the landing and turned to go up the second set of steps my mom was standing at the top with her hands on her hips and said, "drunk again". He looked up and said, "me too". Needless to say that wasn't the response she was looking for.

She passed away after a battle with cancer in 2006, her last years with my sober dad were fantastic, and the stories he has to tell of his pre-sober days are pretty good as well.

I'm very proud of him and I miss her dearly.

I'm not sure how well the story translates through text, but I was thinking about it, chuckled, and thought I would share.