I am not a drinker.
But I do have a reoccurring wine memory of when I was divorcing....
After many battle royals with the ex, I wanted a glass of wine, I only had a cheap 99 cent key chain wine opener during those days. I would struggle until I simply wanted to gnaw at the cork. Some nights I remember cutting through it with a knife and having to strain the wine. Much like the marriage, always a struggle. I just simply wanted my glass of wine to unwind. Then one day a girlfriend changed my life and turned me on to the Pampered Chef wine opener. That thing is magic and it a must have gift for any of your girlfriends who may be going through a divorce (trust me). I thought my wine opening problems were solved for life.... until tonight.
My kids are gone.
His kids are gone.
And all momma wants is to finish the Easter bottle of wine. I had to giggle because even with the magic opener near by, the cork was stuck. I think we jammed it in too far last night, just so it would fit on the fridge shelf rather than the fridge door. I had a flashback.... started to sweat a little, I actually thought could I call my husband and ask him to come home for a few minutes and open this sucker for me? Instead.... picture me with the bottle between my knees, both hands pulling at the cork considering (only for a second)... could I pull it out with my teeth? No it wasn't pretty, it wasn't dainty but I am enjoying a glass of wine as I type. Priorities Paper Peeps, Priorities....
5 hours ago