Shauna moves to Halifax in the morning.

Now would be an example of a time I'd use Tingles In A Bottle.

Is this why people drink? I read, instead. Hiding in Harry Potter or Anne of Green Gables is easier than facing the emptiness that is my life.

Nevermind that every morning my mom looks at me dressed for work and beams at how nice I look. I get that. But moms are not friends, even the best of moms such as mine, and my insides are churning at the thought of not hanging out with my shauna whenever I like.

Or maybe that's the tacos I had for supper doing the churning.

I just don't know.