A Toast to Moi

I won't say I'm a die hard fan of wine, but I will say it's pretty yummy. My favorite is the dessert bubbly wine that I buy from Sam's. That is one delicious bottle. I'm sure I could drink the whole thing. In fact, that seems like a wonderful goal for an evening...

Right now I'm sipping from a champagne flute (ha!) a wine of the white variety. (Who really needs the right cup anyway? I'd drink wine from a coffee mug and that's the truth.) I'm much more fond of red wines, with their earthy charm, but this will do. I was tasting the tartness and realized, "Oh, it tastes kind of like a grape." I'm tired...leave me alone.

For those a little worried about why I am drinking a glass of wine (by myself) before 9 a.m., never fear. I didn't get off until after 7 a.m., so right now is technically my evening. If I were to indulge in a glass at dinner time, I'd be drinking on the job. A big no-no.

I decided I needed a toast, anyway. After being gone for about 15 hours, I am at home, pretty tired. Yet I stay up and put away the top half of the dishes, I throw away some of the recycling (hey, I have to do my part!) and fold what seems like an incredible amount of laundry (forget that I still have mountains left). Yes, I rock. My house may still be dirty, but damn it, I try.

So here's to a toast to me. For still trying to pick up the house after a looooong day at work.

And for me actually opening the wine bottle. I have one of those nifty cork getter outer thingies that are supposed to be soooo easy. Well, if you're this sleep deprived, it's not so easy. I pretty much hacked off most of the top of the cork, because I started it wrong. After much fanagaling and thinking I should quit and just take a few shots out of the tequila bottle that is already open, I get it threaded in right. And that little baby slides right out. Yay!

So cheers. Might as well, right?