I am not merely a “glass half-full” type. I am “glass is full” sort. I am not talking about my outlook on life, though. I am talking about my level of idiocy.
Before I offer an illustration
of this, I need to tell you about a weird habit Desiree and I have
developed. Most nights, when I drink a
glass of red wine, we cut segments of orange or tangerine and drop them in my
glass before pour in the wine. By the
time I have sipped down my drink, the wine has infused the segments of fruit. Both Desiree and I enjoy eating the
wine-soaked chunks after I have finished the wine.
I suspect adding fruit to a
glass of wine is offensive to some, but that is a subject for exploration on
another day.
The other night, immediately
after filling my glass of wine (chunks of orange included) I somehow flicked
the glass over and unleashed a tsunami of wine and orange chunks. After splashing contents across the kitchen
counter, the glass dropped to the floor and created a secondary explosion of
wine and orange chunks.
The mess proved horrendous.
Interestingly, red wine has penetrating properties something akin to WD-40 lubricating oil. In order to complete cleaning up the mess, Desiree and I needed to wipe red wine from inside of the drawers and cupboards as well as the outside.
My Big Mess
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