Crack Wine

Leaving on Friday my  co-workers are discussing plans. CW 1- “I’m just going home.”       CW-2 “I’m going to go home and change my clothes and”….something about doing work on a Friday night…(I zone out a little) Suddenly silent I realize it’s my turn and I say all nonchalantly “I’m going to the Liquor Store.”  Which I do.  This is why:

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This is  a wine cabinet I made out of some old barn wood, clay roof tiles, & wrot iron I found.

I have a plan to fill my empty wine cabinet & am truly amazed that I can’t find a parking spot at Total Wine. (My brother calls it “Totally Wine” which is adorable).  With all the cars and people  I am thiking there must be an event! Perhaps a sale!!  Nope.  Just a random Friday.  Most of the people here are over 65 pushing carts full of booze loaded up  for the weekend.  (I blame hours of retirement time listening to recent news reports).

I have a few favorites and it just so happens they are ALL on the bottom shelf CAUSING ME TO BEND OVER.  Once I was home I realized this little gem:

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This is a picture of my split ass pants as shown to the entire world today. Gary says this picture is the opposite of a “facie” (which is what he calls selfies).

 

 

 

 

Yep, I flashed an aisle full of people my shredded ass black pants with my white undies shining through.  How did this even happen?  Wait… don’t answer. In any case I filled up my wine cabinet with a few of my favorites:

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I feel complete again.

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