So here I go, I have one can of beer with my barbqued chicken, and I slip off the wagon. The vile retched alcohol turned me into an iris maniac. I know, I know, I have testified here in these threads about how good I was about not ordering too many iris, and then I said I was not going to make more beds, and what do I do??? I make a new bed, not just a small one, but one that's 40 feet long. And like they say, if you build it, they will come. I have succumed to the temptation of evil, and went and ordered some more iris. Daring Deception, Dipped in Dots, Wiched Good, and Private Eye from Mid-America. I know how the 10 steps are supposed to help you in this situation, but I was not even able to remember one of the steps. I soooo wanted to order Gypsy Lady, Made You Look, and Strawberry Freeze, but I was able to hold the line. How will I ever be able to look myself in the eye tomorrow morning when I shave? I must find a priest!
