Wednesday, April 28, 2010

dinner be damned

Wondering where I've been?  "Somewhere near the cool shadows of the laundry room. Past the litter box and between the plastic yard toys."  
If you must know, my parents have been visiting and I have been taking advantage of the built-in babysitters.  Although the back of the bottle gives a pretty good description of our basement laundry room, minus the litter box:

"Somewhere near the cool shadows of the laundry room.  Past the litter box and between the plastic yard toys. This is your time. Time to enjoy a moment to yourself.  A moment without the madness. The dishes can wait.  Dinner be damned. Mad Housewife Merlot."

I guess here is where I admit we pick our wine purely by label.  Like red truck or red bicyclette.
Thank goodness we came across this one, or who knows what our next label may have been? "Red RV" perhaps?  Forgive me, that was lame.  

Anyhow, my hired help has left me, so I am back to the deep, dark recesses of the laundry room, doing the dishes, and damning dinner all to myself again.

p.s.  My mother laughed when she read the line, "Dinner be damned."  She said, "Ha! That's you!"  Not sure how I should take that. 
p.p.s.  The boys got their truck.  Sally cried, but quickly got over it.  
p.p.p.s.  Please note, I have not yet tried Mad Housewife Merlot. I am still admiring it's cool packaging.  So please do not consider this a recommendation.  (Nor do I recommend hiding in the laundry room with a bottle.)

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