My wife accompanies the Taos Community Chorus. After a strenuous rehearsal tonight, she came straight home to collapse into a chair with a glass of wine, whereupon she told me the following:
“I was driving back, worrying about everything, trying to answer all these big questions, getting into that 24-hour-a-day panic thing — it’s SO STUPID!!! There’s no REASON to be like that! — when I realized that the only thing I really needed to decide was, red wine or white?”
Like a drug, she is.
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Sounds like my wife! She goes for the white and me,well it’s red every time.
Works like a finely tuned drug!