Way back before any of you lovely people were reading this blog, back on Day 11 in fact, I wrote about a special sober treat I bought myself (as a side note it is funny to go back and read these older posts now). My treat was the softest, comfiest, most wonderful blanket in the entire world. I had gotten quite attached to it, snuggling up with it every night...my reminder of how much better sleep is when sober.
Yesterday I decided to skip the gym as I've been sick. My plan was to bring this treasured blanket out of it's place on my bed and into the living room and curl up with it and watch mindless TV all day. All was going according to plan and I was having a nice relaxing day until I decided to run to the store for some cold medicine and...
MY DOGS TOOK MY PRECIOUS BLANKET OUTSIDE AND FUCKING ATE IT!
I wish I could blame someone other than myself. My dogs have been known to eat everything from socks to sweatshirts to hats. I was planning to be so careful with my blanket and only use it for a few hours before returning it to the bedroom.
I was so mad (and sad) that I cried! Last night I really missed it.