My (limited) experience with nontraditionally packaged wines is that the whites tend to be fine, but the reds all taste like overcooked Manichevitz.. Maybe tannins react weirdly to plastics?
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That's funny, because my mother just gave me her whole theory about how the boxed red is good, but white is sour. So maybe this is actually a question of how sweet you like your wine.
My sinuses hate nor'easters. All week my left sinus let me know it was unhappy when I dove deep in the pool and whenever the weather shifted. This morning, the right sinus is stabbing me.
Marketed. It isn't snowing or icing, thank god. Have garlic and sage biscuit, unto which I will put a scrambled egg with arugula and parm.
Snowing here.
My sinuses hate nor'easters. All week my left sinus let me know it was unhappy when I dove deep in the pool and whenever the weather shifted. This morning, the right sinus is stabbing me.
Last night I went to bed with the stabbing right side of my face headache, letting me know it was going to snow today.
Snowing, and i'm ubering the hell out of it. At least somebody is happy with the snow.
And stabby sinuses here, too.
Be careful, Theo.
Sail, it wasn't a crappy, or even average doctor that I had that conversation with. This was the good guy.
Ah, I misunderstood. It was the disconnect with your body that was upsetting you, not the doctor. I have moments like that, but usually only when I'm in a store changing room; those mirrors and the lighting conspire into pure evil. I never believe that's actually me, so it makes me completely dissatisfied with my body and the clothes I try on. I more frequently leave shops without buying anything than whatever it was I thought I desperately needed. There was probably close to a year at my heaviest where I only had one pair of pants that I wore every day, because I hated the sight of myself in anything I tried on.
Loving the pet stories. One of my cats never sat on me during Pilates, but he constantly wandered behind my head when I was on my back or under my nose when I was on my front. Especially under my chin during push-ups or plank and I'm all like, "dude, I need to lower myself now, go away."
Interesting theories, Jess and Jesse. You could both be right, need more data.
The universality of dogs and cats thinking their humans do yoga for the animals' convenience is cracking me up.