When I slunk into work the next morning with two unyielding, risqué tattoos in full view, my coworkers at The Day Job™ asked, "Just exactly what were you doing in (insert air quotes here) Wine Country?!?"
I'm just not really a Chardonnay kind of gal. However, a good wine is a good wine and this is a good wine! Plus, it’s spring! Plus (insert any relevant excuse here to have an expensive wine on a weeknight)!
“Oh!” said a friend of mine with whom I’d shared my decision, “you’re going to become a sommelier!” Well, maybe. It’s on the list. This is where my OCD kicks in. It’s what I call my “While I’m At It” plan.