why I love wine
I love wine because it make me feel like a grown up.
A grown up who giggles like a four year old watching puppies play on the floor.
I love wine because it makes me brave.
So brave I contemplate running into the cold rain on my front lawn…in my underwear.
I love wine because of it’s anti-aging properties.
It’s proof positive that sometimes getting older really does mean getting better.
I love wine because you pour it into pretty glasses.
Pretty glasses just like the forty-two pretty glasses I just unpacked in my kitchen.
I love wine because it’s an all weather beverage.
Unlike lemonade or hot chocolate, wine is cold going in, but warm going down.
I like wine because wine doesn’t care if I’ve shaved my legs.
Or brushed my teeth, or washed my hair, or sat around in sweat pants all day.
I love wine because it speaks French.
And it makes me speak French when I say Cabernet…or Chardonnay.
I love wine because it’s best friends with cheese.
And who doesn’t love cheese?
I love wine because it’s healthy for my heart.
After only two glasses I start to feel all romantic.
And I love wine because I drank some…
But I suspect I won’t love it in the morning.
Until the next time…I’ll be nursing a wine hangover.