I stopped today at a small winery in Chautauqua, Florida. In a tasting room, I sampled the Chardonnay along with a Merlot and a holiday blend. I purchased three bottles, one of each, and tucked them into my suitcase before continuing my journey west on interstate 10.
My plan was to meet up with Studly Doright at a Holiday Inn Express in Crestview, Florida. I love assignations with my husband. The prospect of a pretend illicit meeting with my man is a bit heady, so as I drive I contemplate which bottle to open tonight. The Chardonnay? No, too much of a lightweight. The holiday blend with mulled spices? No, I'll save that for Christmas Eve. Ah, that left the Merlot. Deep and rich and red.
I can't divulge the details of our night, but let's just say, I picked the right wine. Here's a toast to old married people. We live. We laugh. We love.
But really, is there a wrong wine?
I love to read posts about happily married couples! I agree, there is not a wrong wine!
She's gone for a Reisling. I live in hope.
Where's there's wine, there's hope. You can quote me on that.
Sadly, 'hope' and Reisling are not good bedfellows…so to speak.
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You two look so happy! Thanks for giving me a new word, Leslie. I did not know the word "assignation". It is a good word and bears repeating.
Oh good! I love finding new words!
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