Alcohol didn’t serve me as I’d hoped it would. Why didn’t I become a skinny, sophisticated socialite when I had a few glasses of champagne? The ads said I would! I’d end the night looking like a half dressed rat, not Cinderella. When I started to want better, I started to get better. Then I started to attract better. It had to start somewhere. And I had to start sober. Happy Tuesday, sober family! Keep it simple today.

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