Buying the Cow

I truly believe there is such thing as the one. We would all like to kick back and wait for some magical force to show us who we should spend the rest of our lives with. But the truth is, there isn't a lightning bolt that slaps you on the ass and tells you to pick this person over all others. It's like the rain, rain falls all the time. Sometimes we are prepared for it, sometimes we're not. And depending where you are when it hits, you either get caught in it, or you don't. In fact, most of us try like hell to avoid it. You might miss the bus, you might catch the bus. Maybe you remembered your umbrella, maybe you didn’t. No big signs just random torrential bursts of opportunity and thats the most fate can do, the rest is up to us.....Words to live by...and chances to take :)

I'm a superhero!

So, it all began one night a friend's house. She was having a small get together and I was feeling in a wine mood. Why not, sitting out on the deck, overlooking the water, good friends, a bottle of wine...priceless. So my genius self, who doesn't know jack crap about wine (that's what I've got the soon to be hubby for lol!) picked a wine because it "was pretty." Later, to my dismay, I realized "pretty" is not why you pick a wine. This story gets better, I promise.

While drinking my said bottle of wine, I realize that my friend's fiance (who also had a bottle of wine, but chose it based on the vineyard, blah, blah, blah *insert Charlie Brown's teacher's voice here*), was getting surprisingly drunker by the minute. Now, I'm a girl who, with one beer, is falling and can't put a sentence together, so I'm thinking, stone sober, man, I'm a freakin' superhero! I have somehow found the bottle of wine that will not make you drunk! Woohoo! I rule the school!

Come to find out, as I drove my sober butt home and woke up without the illusive "wine headache" that, while getting a call from my friend, the bottle of wine contained 0% alcohol.

I suck.

Moral of the story...Pretty wine is a doozy :)