Ah-hem

I'm beginning to think that any red is a chillable red. Let's never mind that for now and just move on. But my new (well, new-ish) serious love for red wine is making me think that I will definitely live my dream one day. No, not my dream of getting as fat as Roseanne Bar, although I haven't given up. The dream that I am refering to is the one of one day being at a dinner party and having my husband reach over and put his hand on my arm and say "Darling, don't you think you've had enough?" Exactly.