I gave up Beer; and I’m Irish..........and on the Freeway, I’m surrounded by Miller Lite trucks; I pass a half-dozen bars on the way home including an Irish Pub. My worst suspicions have been confirmed......our former Pastor,(we moved) was Italian; he used to joke that the Irish weren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer..........today is day 39. (I wonder if he gave up Pasta!)
Be strong!!! I’m currently at the best breakfast joint in Pittsburgh surrounded by coffee but I won’t give in!