My good friend Marian comes over on occasional Friday nights, after the Toddler is tucked away, and we try new and cheap wines she selects based entirely on how pretty they are, and we eat crappy-for-us food. Always, always good times.
Tonight’s selection, a Chardonnay, produced this quote of the week: “Two gigs of space? Please! I scratch my ass with your two gigs of space!”
(I won’t say who actually said that, but it wudn’t me.)