Turning over a New Liver.

boxer bed


We are not spring chickens anymore.  I officially can’t  (won’t) party with the big dogs anymore.  Unless that party involves 75lb + actual dogs.  And Gelato.  And scooby snacks.   I still am One hurting unit from Sat night.  Alcohol makes you make bad decisions, I see it now.   I should have had the chicken.    I don’t even eat red meat.  What was I thinking?  No red meat, no red wine and NO drama. 


Moderation, Lissa, moderation. Then again, in consulting with the pundits:

Benjamin Disraeli said: “Moderation has been called a virtue to limit the amibition of great men, and to console undistinguished people for their want of fortune and their lack of merit.”

He also went on to say, “The choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.”

Of course, my favorite is John Ciardi, who said, “There is nothing wrong with sobriety in moderation.”

You might prefer Ozzy Ozbourne: “I can’t do anything in moderation.”


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