I finally realized why I don't like white wine. Last night at dinner, my husband and my best friend were commenting on how good the wine was. I thought it tasted like dookie. So I went on with dinner, and at one point, absentmindedly took a sip of my wine and thought "Eeew, this champagne is flat." AHA!!!!!!!!!!
Those of you who appreciate that will be the same ones who understand why, when my 7yo was singing "we did the constipated American" (she knew the real words, she liked hers bettah) I immediately thought of a high-fiber smoothie, served up by a bartender with great biceps. My brain just goes in its own direction. It knows more than I do.
No comments:
Post a Comment