Good Ol' Unkie Aquatwo :)

Was up extremely early this morning rolling up some stats for the next D&D game night (because we WILL play as soon as Mother Caldwell is gone), and the following exchange occurred:

MOLLY (AGE 3): Daddy, what you DOOOOin'?

ME: Daddy's playing a game, sweetie.

MOLLY: With DICE?

ME: Yup... with Dice.

MOLLY: Like Steve?

ME: (Contemplates telling Molly that Steve plays pretty much every game *except* for D&D, but decides to let her have her victory of free association between Dice and Steve) Yes, Honey... just like Steve :)

Mathamatically speaking, it makes no sense

I've been asked to go and get my sister's stuff from The Scene of the Crime this coming Friday. I'm going to go and do it, but it's left me in a "Meh" state of mind all day long.

I've spent a lot of time considering Alcohol, and why it just doesn't make sense to me.

It's kind of like an Algebra Problem, the way I look at it.

A = Your Life.
B = Booze.

A + B < or = A, so why bother with B? B < or = 0, though many people talk about it and perceive it to be B > A!

In words... I've known plenty of folks who's life has gotten much, mush worse because of booze. But I've yet to hear of anybody who's life got any BETTER because they stared drinking.

Ready for anyone and everyone to prove me wrong.