Went over to one of my boys’ houses last night. I heard wine so I was in.
He picked a Chardonnay I’d never tried. It would have been great if it had time to breathe. But hell, I don’t have time to breathe. And I drank it happily since I didn’t have to drive.
Boy did that stuff punch me in the head today. I mean it didn’t help that the cat yowled all night again. But I can guzzle red wine from a Slurpee-sized cup and be fully functional. Am I off my game or what?!