Would you rather…
Run into your Ex while s/he looks fabulous and you look more raggedy than the Redskins offensive line?
See an Ex that you’re not even close to being over get all kinds of shmoopy-shmoopy with the new partner?
Run into (and be situationally forced to have conversation with) the Ex’s friend, you know the one that never liked you, never thought you were good enough?
Would you rather…
Open your last bottle of a very rare (and now virtually unobtainable) wine and have it be corked?
Look for your last bottle of a very rare (and now virtually unobtainable) wine only to see that it is missing or you somehow miscounted it?
Get your very last bottle of a very rare (and now virtually unobtainable) wine to your patio, and have a stray black cat run across your feet leading to a cartoonish but ultimately failed effort to save the precious nectar from crashing to the ground?
Would you rather…
Ruin a favorite pair of shoes (cognac colored monk straps) through a rather unfortunate and completely avoidable wine spill?
Find a favorite fountain pen… in the breast pocket of a favorite sports coat… and a popped capped leaked enough ink for it to soak through the jacket?
Yeah, it’s been that kinda week.
I’d rather not, but I loved “shmoopy-shmoopy.”
ugh. it does seem to have been one of those weeks for a lot of people. let’s hope the holiday clears out the bad static and makes room for improvement next week…
Sorry it’s been one of those weeks.
I’ll go with the “shmoopy-shmoopy” one since I would be laughing about that for days afterward. The others would all enrage me!
Dude, regarding the wine crashing to the ground thanks to some piece o’ crap cat, I totally would have gotten on my hands and knees, pressed my lips to the ground and hoovered that up. Good wine is good wine.