Finally, it's time for that last little sojourn. And let me tell you, shopping for wine has become all kinds of hilarious fun, especially when you are tired-silly-giddy. Evidently, someone somewhere did some kind of market testing that proved that wine with cute or funny critters on the label just might be more successful.
Smoking Loon? A loon with a cigar. Well, how 'bout that. If I hadn't seen the label, I'd expect 'smoking loon' to appear on the entre section of the menu, not on the wine list.
So, instead of helping poor Ekim look for what he's looking for, which I won't tell you in case the information gets into the wrong hands, and besides I don't even remember, I am giggling at the labels. At one point, I remember saying to Ekim, totally out of the blue, "hey look, my rocket dogs match my sweater," and he just nodded. He knew I'd lost it. And that I hadn't dressed with any care at all, so that this matching thing was indeed a real coincidence.
Life at work continues to be rather dull, but that's okay. I've been around enough drama and strange personalities to be perfectly delighted with dull. In fact, I seem to be seeking out dull. I am fading. I might just disappear altogether.
We're getting a new mattress this Saturday! This is BIG news. We've had the same mattress for about 20 years. It's time for change.