Aw, knitting.
Well, once in a while I'd like to open a bottle of wine, but I know I'll only drink 2 glasses at most, and I don't want the rest of the un-drunk bottle to go bad, so I wish he drank simply to keep the bottle from going bad.
Tep, may I commend to your bridal registry the Vacuvin Wine Saver [link] (I do not have that exact model, I have probably two or three older and cheaper version that still work fine, that was just the first link I found). I regularly have one glass of wine out of a bottle, vacuvin it and don't open it for up to several weeks, and it's fine when I do open it again.
I just buy cheap wine! I tossed half a bottle of vinho verde the other day, but it was a $5 bottle, so no big loss.
This past Friday I finished the Sauvignon Blanc that I opened some time in June. Delicious.
Speaking of lives not turning out like we expected - I am finding that I am pretty on top of shit at work and it is only occasionally stressful, but my leisure time totally frazzles me. What's up with that?
I had a trauma-riffic therapy session this evening. I think my Mom senses when this happens, because these are the nights she calls me to complain that I never call her.
Oh, Tom. I wish I could say something useful here. Want hairpats or hugs?
If it's not one thing, it's your mother? (Oy. Sorry.)
Windsparrow, I had to read your comment three times and go back and read Tom's because I thought you said: "Want hairplugs?"
Tom,
good wishes to you and hairplugs if you want them.
::sigh:: Ah, the parental irony. I'm so sorry, Tom.
And you're totally right about Nick Denton. I've done too much work for him already, and there isn't enough money to make it right for full time. I think...NO.
Here, have The Greatest Show On Legs (NSFW, but comedy, not sex). I'm trying to think of American comedy where instrumental music becomes so fucking funny, because whatever that used to be, in the early 80s it became one thing only.
