This is the fifth evening I've not succumbed.* Not even to the cheap plonk (French, red) in the little fold-up, fold out arrangement that does for a wine rack in our house.
So I'm just wondering, like, well, er ... when will my eyes stop being pink where they're supposed to be white?
* that is fifth evening in a row, not in total in my entire life, like, yeah, okay?
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