Last night when I came home from the dorm a little after 9, I was in the mood for something special. I dug around in our near empty cabinets and found bottle of champagne that my brother had given JO and me for New Year’s. Unfortunately, this bottle was NOT on ice.
So, I did the only
sensible totally desperate thing to do: I pulled out the ice cube tray, popped a few cubes in a mug (because, hey, the dirty dish pile up was currently sitting in the dishwasher, and JO and I only own like 2 wine glasses), and toasted JO.
We keep it classy in the North Country.
P.S. Tra la la! It’s Friday! The snow is falling rapidly, and I plan on heading to a bikram class as soon as humanly possible.