I was never able to drink wine until a couple of years ago. Whenever I touched it I would get an instant migraine. A few years ago Hubby and I went to a major wine area for a quick get away. I had had it with work and said we were leaving, take vacation, there is no discussing it. That was when I could still do something like that to him. We decided to go for a winery tour and since it was the completely wrong time of the year, we were only allowed to do a wine tasting. We got
schnockered. We then went to
Walmart. Fun times I tell ya.
So in recent history I've chosen wine as my drink of choice. I've decided tonight to treat myself to some white zinfandel. I'm looking at 2 fingers worth left in the bottle right now. It is so easy to lose a whole bottle I am learning.
I'm still the deer hunters widow. There have been no deer.
On a byline, since I've been home alone, I've had a lot of time getting reacquainted with my toy collection. I've had a lot of porn to catch up on. It's been great times!
3 comments:
There is nothing quite like being drunk in Wal-Mart.
I used to drink wine like I knew what I was doing. I was all posh and snobby about it until I realized that I just like the stuff and I don't have to describe the oak and smokey undertones to anyone.
I don't even sip it anymore I just drink it.
I love porn....
Ah yes there is something about being able to tell the vintage of the wine by sniffing the screw top. Hey, I have had expensive stuff and the stuff by the box. If ya like it, drink it.
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