Note: No wine was actually pictured in this last post. Just a mention.
My response? Drool.
Seriously eight AM and drooling.
Yes, this is indicative of a problem. Sigh.
The problem being I can't get my drink on like I used to because of this stoopid thing called my leevah.
So onward I live vicariously through others and yes, drool this Sunday morning for red wine.
Blog Notes: Many thanks for the pic by Arlo Bates