I don't have many vices. I got too old 
and became a mother. Not sure if I'll pick any of them back up again once the 
children are old enough to be gone. I enjoy a good glass of wine, but haven't 
been drunk in over 13 years. I came dangerously close last summer at R's 20th 
High School Reunion. No, it wasn't purposeful. I went very confident after a 
delicious shopping trip earlier that afternoon. I attended looking fabulous and 
assured of my husband's fidelity. While sitting and chatting with a wife, I 
remembered suddenly how I was now in the position to try a Cosmopolitan. Seeing 
Carrie order them piqued my interest. I stepped over to the cash bar and ordered 
one. It was love at first libation. I drank it rather quickly and ordered 
another. It wasn't until I polished off the third that I realized the strength 
of that vodka shot. I wasn't even buzzing, but knew that one more would do me 
in. I had already seen one wife get physically sick from drowning her 
insecurities and decided that I didn't want to be the encore. So, a cup of 
coffee and cream and a glass of water staved off any possible drunkenness. Sex 
in marriage isn't really a vice, so that's out. Or is it? Hmmm, I guess that 
depends on what exactly is happening. Clothing must be my vice or at least the 
spending of the money to get them. My friend says that dressing well, "is a 
closely held family value" for me and my mother and brother. I think she is 
right. Pieces of fabric sewn together in just the right way can really make me 
want to spend money. No different than a man and stereo or technical equipment. 
See, R has a thing for Chevy trucks. Please, let me just say my husband is 
highly intelligent and doesn't wear his wallet chained to his pants and owns no 
cut off flannel shirts. Currently, we have about five trucks. (They are 
"investments," yeah, so is my Kate Spade collection). Until the fence was done, 
it appeared that we aspired to replicate Sanford and Son. At least they are well 
hidden now. I have always appreciated knowing that when R does a double take 
while driving down the street, I ask what make and model, not what hair color 
she has. Books. They are a vice for me. Especially as I prefer hardback. My 
ideal day is to stop by the coffee house and then head over to the local used 
bookstore to peruse their shelves of discarded books. I have found some real 
treasures there. I like the library, but always checking out a book is like 
eating out every meal! I want a few things at home for feasting and snacking. We 
currently have over 2000 volumes, mostly children's literature. I can't wait to 
read their parent's childhood favorites to my grandchildren and send them home 
with cookies, hugs, and a bag of books. One of A's favorite memories is reading 
such classics as Wind in the Willows and A Secret Garden on my bed before 
naptime everyday. Later, we began to read them at the table while taking our 
lunch. I always eat while preparing their food so I am ready to read while they 
eat. The bon mot is quite valued in our home. Well, the roasting chicken needs 
to be basted and herbed again and I must start the rice (delicious brown made 
with chicken bouillon, garlic, onions, celery and tomatoes). It has been a 
lovely Sunday afternoon.
 
 
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