The heat of late summer and a dirt moving project that had to be done today or someone was going to hear about it all weekend sets the stage. What could possibly help my sun baked soul recover from this abuse except a chair by the pool and a pitcher of Spanish wine? Hey, you have a sultry, hot look. Oh my, yes you do. Why don’t you join me while I look into this ‘pitcher’ of wine!
Looking for you over the rim.
And now, my personal rant: