It's Sunday evening and I'm busy uploading photos to Facebook, my drug of choice, and listening to early 1990s Top 40 hits. (Think Mariah Carey, "Vision of Love")
I've had Bruce Springsteen's I'm On Fire on the brain for the past few days. Now you can, too!
I never thought I'd ever have anything good to say about a $6, non-French, bottle of wine, but this evening this bottle has managed not to offend me. (TR bought it for some cooking and I gave the rest of it a good home.)
Speaking of wines, I'll be at this event, just as I was last year. Only this year I won't be pregnant, as I was unknowingly last year. Oops.