Sunday, January 11, 2009

all this talk of drink...

reminds me of a sign i saw in an elderly italian neighbors kitchen.
it said:

"i often cook with wine. sometimes i even put it in my food."


weekend was a wild one.
it wasnt really that wild. but i survived and i am able to stand. and talk about it. and i feel good about that.

i'm not fond of white wine. i'm just not.
i am, however, fond of a good rib roast.

pretty boring stuff.
i'll have to go out and do something blogworthy.
then get bailed out of jail and write about it.


Diane said...

Red wine is where it's at. Ignore that dangling participle.

Anyway, glad you had a good weekend, even if you didn't get thrown in jai. It's not all it's cracked up to be, really. OK, just kidding. I wouldn't know. Really!

justsomethoughts... said...

diane - i ALWAYS ignore dangling participles. its when they snap and fall...

no jail for me this time.