Time to spin the wheel of blog topics. I’ve updated it with a few things I’d be happy to talk about today:
Hmm…I guess I should tell you guys the story of the Thanksgiving Miracle that occurred this year.
First, this conversation happened before I went home for Thanksgiving:
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I believe these texts occurred last November (when I still had a crapberry):
Yeahhhhh. That happened.
Sigh. He was right. So I went home preparing for some type of wine travesty. Ice in my wine, non-chilled white, a completely different crap wine that she got confused with pinot grigio, etc etc.
And yet, when I came home my mom opened the fridge and took out:
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A giant bottle of Sutter Home pinot grigio!!!!
YAAAAY! My mom got it right! I had a giant bottle of my favorite pinot grigio! Sure, my mom still loads up her glass with ice and white zinfandel, but I guess we can look past that if she’s buying me big ol’ bottles of my wine.
How did you guys fare? Did you make it through the holidays without stabbing anyone (or getting stabbed yourself)?