Anyway, on Sunday after I lounged in bed in the sunspot and purred like a spoiled little kitten and sipped my coffee like a divine little princess, I headed downstairs for a refill. I filled my mug to the brim. Wait. What is that smell? Holy crap. I filled my mug with Shiraz! No lie. I actually poured it all the way to the top before I noticed. Hee hee. Matt did not think it was half as funny as I did. Of course her highness did not have her camera, so here is a re-enactment. Oh, and I may or may not have had a few sips this morning (just since the bottle was out for the photo shoot).
Well, all of that nonsense got me thinking about this new British product I saw the other day that is getting a lot of press, both bad and good.
I don't see how anyone in their right mind could say anything bad about this. It is genius I tell ya.
In my opinion, the Brits should stick to what they know. When I think "British," I think alcohol consumption, not oil exploration. Am I right?
I also got to thinking (can you see the smoke?) about combining my accidental Shiraz coffee idea with the British travel wine glasses.
Why not just throw the whole bottle in something like this.
Just an idea.
