I’m sitting here drinking a bottle, and by bottle I mean glass, of this…
I could never drink a bottle of anything. I am the cheapest of dates. It takes me all night to sip a glass of wine, guzzle a beer.
Moving along.
Isn’t that the most fun wine bottle ever?
20 Bees 2010 Cabernet Merlot. This is how we roll in Canadaland.
A nice little blog-writing sipper.
I’m sitting here sipping my 20 Bees and staring at this image. I’ve been staring at it on and off all day. I might be a little fixated, which it not at all the same as pixilated, though I might be that, too.
I really can’t decide.
Are we fretting, chewing our nails waiting for something to appear?
Or are we fretting, chewing our nails because aliens just beamed up Uncle Fred?
In the meantime, I’m pretending to be all Christmas bakey and singing in the darksome rain that has been our weather for the last two months. Okay. You can throw in an occasional day of sunshine and a snow flurry or two, but mostly darksome and rainy.
I told a friend today that it was like living in the PNW without benefit of the yummy seafood and ocean view. It is my cross to bear here in my neck of Canadaland.
I’ll be spending the rest of the day sprinting between the washing machine and the oven because Mr. G, honey has run out of socks, and I do not have one Christmas cookie/bar/tart/confection in this house.
