I think she’s onto me

So I got up this morning and had a breakfast beer and a martini. Booz’n and cruise’n thru my day. Talk’n mellow. Sometime into this day-tripping day I said “This is my Ferris Bueller’s day off. I’m just letting go for a day.”

My wife looks at me and says, “So you’re going on binge?”

She’s good at condensing my rainstorm of thoughts into a droplet.

And I realized: ‘Yes. Put simply. I am, ma’am.’