Thursday, October 06, 2005

God help us

So my husband made our afternoon coffees (cold coffees - frappe) while I was hanging up laundry. I get back to my desk, give him a kiss, and I taste alcohol on his breath. He put Bailey's in his coffee, and didn't put any in mine!

Even so, it is most unlike him to spike his drinks. But I guess every good psychiatrist has a drinking problem, right?

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