One hard lesson I learned in life is that chasing people is useless. The only thing I chase these days is my Gentleman Jack with water.

Yes I really drank whiskey the other day and it was disgusting. I’d been listening to my audiobook, The Woman in the Window, and the main character drank so much that it put me in the mood for a real drinky-poo while I was puzzle-nerding away.

GAG. Big mistake. I didn’t want to waste it but I also didn’t want to vomit, so I took tiny little sips just to get the warm & fuzzies and then finally when I couldn’t take the torture anymore, I gulped the rest down and chased it with water. That shit is gross and I don’t know how anyone drinks it.

But back to chasing people. I used to, but boy oh boy do I wish I’d learned sooner that it is SO futile.

Luckily, if nothing else, at least now I have the knowledge to forewarn my boys and save them the frustration and embarrassment. If they learn young, hopefully they’ll take it with them throughout their lives. I don’t sugarcoat either. A synopsis of the convo is usually:

“All you have to think is, ‘Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya’ and if they want to come back they will.”

I’ve only had to remind my youngest of this a few times. The other two, well, they must take after their Dad because they truly do not give a single crap. Sometimes I think they’d rather be alone anyway. I hope they stay that way forever ❤️