Only a Liquor Tease

Some of you may have seen not too long ago that I am helping clean out my grandmother's house. I have been having a difficult time with it, and, knowing she doesn't drink or smoke or anything, I joked about hoping to find some wine in her house. Ha. Ha.

Went back to help out some more today. I was told to clean out another cabinet, and then - I saw it!

I began jumping up and down when I saw the bottom of a bottle that resembled a wine bottle, if you asked me. I pulled it out in excitement & shock! First, the thought that I'd found a wine bottle WITH liquid in it inside my grandmother's house was just a shock to me. Second, I had deliberately blown off the fact I would ever find liquor of any sort inside that house.

Upon further inspection by hubsy, it was discovered that it was an unopened bottle of...

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...sparkling grape juice. Crappola!

I so need a glass of wine after that psyche-out.
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My Daily Love Affairs

* a love letter of confession *

Every morning I wake up wrapped up in your warmth and comfort. You make me feel so good, no matter how I look. Even when I'm sick, you hold me tight and help me feel better.

But something comes over me; I cannot seem to help myself. I leave you for another. For this love is a hot and steamy one. I cannot help but to tear my clothes off for this encounter. What can I say? I turn him on. I am showered in the way he makes me feel all over my exposed skin, the overall massage he gives - just the way I'm touched, and, oh, the positions I get into to make sure he touches me everywhere. It is such an encounter, it takes using a close by towel before I can leave. I realize it sounds so dirty, but he makes me feel so much better.

I, then, confess that I have yet another rendezvous. This one is another hot one, but tends to stimulate me more. I don't think I could make it through the day without this meeting with him. And he smells so good. I love how he tastes, too. It's an interesting and intimate relationship. The company is so soothing.

Once in a while, there's another. This one just makes me calm at the end of a stressful day. He knows just how to make me feel when he goes down. I just need to sit back and let him take control. It's generally such a relaxing encounter. But it doesn't seem to last either.

So I come back to you. You always seem to take me back. It never matters what I've done or how I look. You welcome me, you hug me, snuggle me, and even comfort me. It's you in whom I truly rest. It's you who begins & ends my day no matter who else I've encountered. You even let me cry it out. You are even OK when I make it a threesome; letting someone else enjoy our company.

So, Bed, I want to say that I will continue to see the shower, coffee & a glass of wine, and let my husband sleep with us, but know that it's always you who is truly needed, even though I don't say it enough.

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Whine for Wine

If you've noticed, we have a teenage daughter. A pretty mouthy one, too. And she likes to try to push buttons. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

We had taken her with us to her high school open house so she could show us where her classes were at. We made jokes all night about how we would have to friend all of the teachers for the times we would have to stay in contact. I only slightly joke.

When we left that evening, we were laying down more laws for the school year as well as reminder her of the ones already set. Of course she got sassy - it's what she does. I got on to her for her nasty attitude & reminder her that she knew it was coming. She didn't like that answer & gave a very hateful response; so daddy got onto her for her attitude. She came back with, "Does Daddy need a beer?"

Are you kidding me? I'm thinking Mommy needs a wine! But was that even considered?

How is it that she is willing to make sure dad chilled out, but mom has to stay stressed?

Yes, you are reading this right: I'm whining about the lack of wining. Can I get an amen from other winey/whiney mamas?

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