Last night the kids and I went to an event that Robert was in charge of organizing at the college. It was a small affair, and everything went very well. We've gone to it each year for some reason, and the only disappointment this year was that there weren't grapes on the fruit platter that Robert had ordered (said Zion, "It's not a party with out grapes!"). After it was all over we packed up the leftover food and juice and empty wine and water bottles for recycling and headed home.
When we got home Robert took the recyclable stuff right over to the bins by the garden. Suddenly I heard, "Hey, there's still wine in this!". I glanced over and saw Robert holding up a nearly empty Sauvignon Blanc bottle. Looking pleased with himself he quickly downed the remains of the bottle, standing there by the trash cans.
My husband is too sexy for wine glasses (or any cup at all, apparently).