I’m not a big drinker (unless you count coffee). I get quite ill (no TMI, I promise), so I haven’t really over-indulged since college. And, especially now that I am trying to diet and count calories, I have reduced my alcohol intake even more. My favorite ciders have too many calories to have very often, and drinking water is a lot cheaper anyway.
But every once in awhile I have enough calories left at the end of the day to have a drink with dinner or as a nice relaxing dessert. A shot or two of rum in a mixed drink can go a long way and not kill my diet. My tolerance has dropped significantly since college and one or two drinks gets me to a pretty comfortable state of tipsy. I get more handsy with Sir; I have to watch my language around the kids. I think I get more entertaining, though I’m not sure Sir would say that.
I have found something that he does enjoying doing while I’m tipsy heading toward drunk: shopping for sex toys. I found that I will agree to try just about any toy. I normally balk at the idea of the cost of some and how much they might hurt. But give me a cocktail and the idea of a cat of nine tails seems wonderful.
So…moral of the story is…give me a drink and I’ll think all forms of BDSM are a great idea. And, Sir and I will have to monitor the post over the next week so the kids don’t intercept any packages 🙂