Be it divine intervention, fate, good mojo, kismet,
or whatever you might make of it, there she was right in front of me
all mad and hawking her wares in my local Schnucks grocery.
The Mad Housewife.
In the flesh.
It was Derby Day and I needed a dessert for the party.
I might add that we had just come from church,
driving our granddaughter to confession
the day before her First Communion.
That's how I know it must be a sign from above.
Kathy- this wine's for you!
And it was.
I've seen this brand here and there but
never tried it. Then I nearly collided with the kiosk
smack dab in the middle of the produce department.
Grapes = Wine. Makes sense, right?
It's Autographed wine nonetheless.
See the heart? She loves me-or maybe she just loves wine.
It probably makes her less mad,
I know it has made me pretty happy a time or two.
There is a Bonus-
I got an emery board and matches!
When it the last time someone gave out matches?
I will say I have not had the wine yet
(remember, I was there getting a dessert)
but I will be trying it.
I just had to brag - I've met the Mad Housewife!!
How awesome is that!
Mad Housewife Sweet Red (click on link)A rich, sweet red blend crafted in an easy-drinking style with a luscious mouth feel and natural residual grape sweetness that delivers a velvety smooth finish. Voluptuous and smooth, this is the kind of everyday wine that goes well with just about everything. Blends: Zinfandel, Rubired, Petite Verdot & other red blenders.
Lizzie, our 10 yr old cat, passed away sometime during the night. She had been failing for the past few months and the last day or two we knew the end was near. She was a stray kitten found in a sheet lined box along side the road with several other siblings. It had been raining heavily and the box was almost under water in the drainage ditch. The mama cat was attempting to save her kits; however, they had become wrapped up in the wet sheet unable to escape. My daughter saw them as she was driving by and rescued them.
Only Cookie, Dan and Gina's (my brother/sister in law) rescue, survives from that litter.
I will have to bury Lizzie this damp and soggy morning, not an easy task on our rocky ridge.
She was a very good cat, becoming deaf in later years. She was content to sleep on your lap, especially if we were sitting around the bonfire. She never realized her main goal in life- to be the ONLY cat in the whole world, but was number 1 in our hearts!