And I wasn't even drinking
My good friend picked up several bottles of our favorite Riesling the other day and discovered she still had some in her stash, so asked if I would like a few. Silly question.
The drop-off was conducted in the parking lot, then we headed off to Starbucks, as is our usual Saturday routine. I later went shopping so ended up with quite a few bags of stuff. As I carried them to my house some of the bags started slipping, and wouldn't you know it, one of the precious bottles of wine went crashing to the ground -- and on my foot.
My garage smells like a winery and my foot is still sore, but nothing's broken. Well, except for that lovely bottle of wine... :(
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I... I don't know what to say...
me neither. lotsa times
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