100 bottles of wine on the wall, 100 bottles of wine….. what I wouldn’t give to have that wall. WINE! I love wine! I am a self-professed wineaholic. Perhaps my European heritage is to blame for this. A love for wine most definitely could be genetic; at least that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself. I’ve never been to Europe, but my great-grandparents immigrated to Canada from the Ukraine.
“The wine industry of Ukraine is well-established with long traditions” says Wikipedia, so it must be true.
Ten Reasons I love Wine:
- It tastes delicious
- It makes me feel warm and fuzzy
- It’s always there for me
- It does not judge me
- I’m never lonely when I’m with wine
- It makes me look sexier
- It makes him look sexier
- It makes boring people interesting
- It’s the only reason I work out
- It eliminates “Giving a Shit”
As you can see, there are many reasons to include wine in your life. Reason number 10 is my personal favorite. A crisp glass of chilled wine can wash away the bullshit of the day within the first few sips. Just thinking about it gets me excited. Thankfully, I’ve got myself a pretty hot date with wine tonight.
So this post has no real content or meaning, but it served it’s purpose for me. There is a lot going on in my brain today; I needed to write something light and easy. I needed to get out of my head, and mindless writing was the ticket. I apologize to anyone who actually read this post — that’s a good 5 minutes you will never get back… haha.
Maybe this will make up for it:
Pour me a glass Mr. Bartender;
Pour me a glass for each hand.
Bring me a chilled glass of Chardonnay;
Bring it as fast as you can.
Top up my glass Mr. Bartender;
Don’t let my glass go unfilled.
I’m in the mood for a Cabernet;
Tomorrow I’ll probably be ill.
Do you have a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc?
Perferrably one from New York.
You might as well ring me up two for the road;
But first can you take out the cork.
What do you mean I have had enough?
Who made you the boss of me?
I’ll find me another establishment;
If that’s how you want this to be.
Why am I lying face down in the ditch;
And where did my other shoe go?
I have no idea what city I’m in;
Holy Shit, that sign says “Mexico”
Written by – Ms SG41