This bottle of wine was not meant for me. I bought it for the new neighbors across the street. On three different occasions I attempted delivery, and no one ever came to the door.
You know what they say: If on the third try no one wants the wine, it’s mine.
Peace, people!
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
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Love the stopper.
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I believe I found that one at a garage sale!
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Yay rescued!
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Fair enough 🙂
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