My Son, My Conscious

Is this post, "peachy" enough?

So this is the end of "the Procrastinator Drink" in this household, as Procrastinator Junior had become increasingly upset over the bottle of Absolut Peach that was there, every time he opened the freezer. Daily, the Missus and I use the latest escapades of whichever Hollywood knucklehead is getting busted for DUI or alcohol-fueled troubles, as an example of how not to live life.

He kept bringing it up to the Missus how much the bottle sitting in the freezer upset him, yet he's never seen me touch the stuff. Eh, fair enough. I try to explain to him that I only drink it in "moderation," but he was skeptical. When he came home today from daily summer camp, I ceremoniously dumped the remnants of the peach vodka down the drain, with the caveat that I would be allowed an amaretto and orange juice the next time we fly.

He's a happy camper and me? I hope work goes much better the next few months.