It’s Thursday night. I’m just a girl trying to relax at the end of a long day. I thought I’d have a nice glass of wine.
Only when I took a sip, something was odd. I mean, I’m no expert but Sauvignon blanc isn’t supposed to be lumpy, right? Or fluttery?
I spat wine across the room. And I owe the swear jar. Does motherfucker count as one word or two?
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Um, yeah Ew… and I would say one as mother isn’t really a swear word. giggles
Good point. Thanks! 😉
No problem! 😉
Think of it as sushi (protein) with your wine?!? 😉
Oh, seriously ew! Gonna pretend it’s a feast on Naked and Afraid. ;^p
Ha ha! Yea, that is the spirit!!
I didn’t hear a swear word. Did anybody else hear a swear word? No, I think you are good. 😉
See? This is why we’re friends. :^D
Double up cowgirl! That’s how I got my last pair of new shoes 😝
Nice!
Nice had nothin to do with it.
Bah-hah-ha! :^D
The idea of lumpy Sauvignon is hilarious, and the reason for it on this occasion, even more so. I hope your room’s recovered from the wine-shower. I’d love to have been a ‘fly on the wall’! lol.
I was just ‘bugged’ about wasting my delicious Marlborough Sauvignon. 😉
Understandably – especially at the end of a hard day! It seems the pesky bug wanted to wet his whistle as well. :
Sadly, it was his fatal mistake. 😉
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Gross…