I should never go into stores.

After the funeral yesterday some of us went to the bottle shop for a little nerve juice.

I can't be let loose.
I got three types of mead
Two types of ginger beer
And various cute little bottles of dinky named cocktails jist coz they looked adorable.

Yet I rarely drink these days🤷‍♀

Its like i have no impulse control and since i cant narrow down one choice, i grab every shiny thing that catches my eye 🤦‍♀




Now i have a whole box of booze i dont know what to do with except decorate my shelves 🤷‍♀

God im an idiot😅