conversations in the shower
the following conversation took place in our bathroom this morning. i was blow-drying my hair, paul was in the shower…
me: so i’m thinking of doing this week’s “wine of the week” as a beer cuz of the yummy dessert beer we had the other night.
paul: uh huh… (tone is entirely uninterested in what i have to say)
me: but i feel like i’m betraying my own kind, ya know, going from wine to beer…
paul: well, not really because your site is “My Bottle’s Up!” but you don’t specify which bottle. (tone sounds slightly more interested cuz now we’re talking his territory… BEER.)
me: yeah, but this would be in my “wine of the week” section, like the sidebar, with all the other wines i’ve posted about. i just feel bad, ya know?
paul: there is beer that is called wine… seriously, it’s called “barley wine” and it’s a type of beer.
i stop my hair-dryer, roll my eyes dramatically at him since he can’t see me through the shower curtain and think to myself “ok smart-ass.”
me: ok, so how about we do this instead… i’ll just write a post about the yummy dessert beer. you can write it with me. it’ll be fun.
paul: it’s not “yummy dessert beer,” it’s “stone imperial russian stout.”
(as if i should know this, like been taught it when i was taught my times tables in 3rd grade.)
paul: for the record, good beer is not something you buy in a case, or has the word “light” in it.
me: uh… ok, so about the post…
paul: i’ll have to do my research and we can work on it while we drink the stone imperial russian stout tonight.
me: that works.
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so take a looksie to the right, scroll on down, and check out this week’s “wine” of the week…
wordless wednesday (sort of)

(((BAM BAM BAM BAM)))
women are the stronger sex
fact. and male readers out there, i don’t write this because i’m a man-hating feminist (though i am a feminist). i write this because it’s true.









