My kids are pretending they are bacon, and they are gobbling each other up. I couldn’t be more proud.
Now I can’t be certain—because I didn’t take French and all—but I’m pretty sure the instructions on this bottle of Folie à Deux Ménage à Trois say I’m supposed to have three glasses.
It’s definitely summer around here, folks.
BTW, my pants were in the dryer. Not the Tupperware cabinet where I first looked for them. I’m gonna go ahead and blame my husband for not making coffee this morning.
I knew I moved to the right neighborhood the night I verified that my house is within stumbling, errrr, walking distance from the local wine bar.
Last night we celebrated Earth Hour by turning out all of the lights and going to bed. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the 3 bottles of wine we drank with our friend Linda earlier that afternoon. Nothing at all…