My best intentions were actually forefront in my mind when I told my mother to become an alcoholic. Aside from being completely pious, my mother is the complete opposite of alcoholic. But I did suggest that she indulge once in awhile to stop the worrying and the constant fears of ‘what others think’ and just be limp. She thought it might be a good idea to break open a bottle of wine or two (that she keeps for ‘guests’) on occasion. I applauded that.
The family is making me crazy. Makes her crazy too. *cheers*