So, yeah, Melinda and I were in Metropolitan Market over the weekend and saw a display for the Perrin family wine. Made me think that we should get some kind of discount, given Perrin is our niece and all. You know, family?!
I tried explaining this to no one in particular, thinking that’s all it would take to get the discount. But I might as well have been talking to myself, given how much good it did me (Hmmm… Come to think of it, I may have been talking to myself. Come to think of it further, some of the best “good” I’ve gotten involves talking to myself – “That’s right, Andy. You really are a nice person.” See!).
In hindsight, maybe it was the cold medicine doing the talking. I told Melinda I really didn’t want to go the store. But she wanted the company.
Reminds me of the time in France when we went to this vineyard…