So last night began like every other night, (aside from the fact that I got a ticket for going straight when apparently I am not allowed to go straight after 5 p.m. because it disrupts the residents living in Mount Royal... fuck em' all!). I finally get home and just want to either cry or drink wine - or both.
So. I choose the bottle of wine from the rack, grab the corkscrew and attempt to open the bottle of wine. Um. The little cork thing isn't coming up - it's going down - and eventually gets itself stuck in the lower neck of the bottle. For fucks sakes.
Instead of cracking the bottle open in half, I grab a screwdriver and start hammering away at this little cork to get it to go the rest of the way into the bottle. All of a sudden - there is this sudden movement and there is delicious Malbec red wine everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Down my shirt, on the floor, in my purse, on the table, on the dog.
After crying a bit (yah, I let the events of the day get the best of me), I pour myself a drink and chew the wine down. Seriously.
And with that - I hereby declare that Megan's Birthday Week has begun.
1 comment:
where was this wine rack located exactly? Happy Birthday!
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