Rehab is for Quitters II

Things may be going from bad to worse with Harper. A bottle of wine here and there is one thing. Every woman loves wine. But when she starts emptying forties, that's when I get concerned.

Here are two pictures from the grocery store I caught on my cell phone:



Look at the excitement on her face. She grabbed that Mickey's like it was Christmas Day and the card said "Harper".



Now this is just sad. Not even strong enough to twist off the cap, she's trying to gnaw it off. The one upside was that after she got it open, she remembered to pour some out for her homies. That's my girl!

Rehab is for Quitters

This is my new favorite picture of Harper Jo. In fact, it's now my desktop background. The beauty of it is not just in the circumstance (that she's reaching into a cooler for a bottle of wine) but in the timing. A split second before or after and we would've missed that perfect, dazed look: eyebrows raised, eyelids drooping ever so slightly. That "I'm really drunk but it's a holiday so I better keep drinking" face. In college, my friend Tyler wore that face so much, I think it's probably in the yearbook.

But somehow, it's her expressionless mouth that clinches it. There's not even the slightest hint of a smile. Just a pure debauched haze. That's what pulls the whole image together for me.

In her face, I see the following statement: "Huh? Oh, yeah. No, I'm okay. Just getting another bottle of hootch."