It’s only a mildly disturbing picture of an infant holding a tiny wine glass (they’re on clearance at IKEA for $1.99). She said it had good terroir. Not really. She mostly just screamed into the cup to hear her voice amplified.
So we girls went out tonight. I really wanted to win an hour session with John Waire but, my luck being what it is, had to settle for a couple of hours with friends (including Chase’s doppelganger… did I ever tell you about that?)
Have you ever seen such a sad looking little girl? Poor thing, I felt so bad for her that I clued her into the tiny tv that sits way up on top of my dresser. It’s funny how she immediately felt just a little better. Ate her grilled cheese all up.