I could have used a glass of wine yesterday. Red came to mind. I thought of the gentle warmth of the wine taking over me. I like the texture better than the taste. But alas I don't drink wine or really any alcohol. Even when alcohol is offered I only take a few sips. And it has to be girly drinks. Don't like beer or hard liquor. Oddly enough I did like the rum my mother in law brought back from Puerto Rico. Anyway, the thought of wine appeals more to me than the taste does. I am amazed at wine connoisseurs. Wine seems so chic.
It was a crazy work day and I got out late and all I wanted to do was plop on the couch. I just worked straight through without eating lunch. Now we all know that is a bad thing. I am constantly thinking about food. The only movement would be my fingers on the remote controller. And if Niel could do that for me it would great. All my after work activities flew out the window. Cooking, cleaning up, and crafting. Those took a back seat. Tired Ani took over.
Update: Grrrrrr. Life just got even better. Our rent is going up. I like the apartment. It has hard wood floors, it's large, fairly easy commute, and close to our old neighborhoods. We feel settled. But we also have crazy neighbors downstairs, plus two neighbors on our block doing construction meaning it gets loud at times, plus the occasional yucky brown water, and did I mention the crazy neighbors. They are constantly having a leak and of course its our fault. Cause you know we're having a water party upstairs!!! Don't they know we have a pool and go in for dips! I mean come on. Plus they aren't friendly. I guess because of the leak that we cause with our water parties. They aren't clean and don't know how to throw out the trash. We can complain for a lot of things too. But we do not. One of our AC's does not work, in the summer we get ants and in the winter mice. But do we complain! DO WE?!!!! Nope. So I want to move. I've wanted to move for a while. I now just have to convince Niel. We're settle and it would be a pain to have to deal with sleazy realtors and pack up our stuff and get resettled. I really did not want to move till we purchased a house. But I don't know how much I can deal with this. Where's that cheese with my whine. And yes I meant it as a double ha ha. Or at least I tried to.
Song Stuck In My Head: "Danger! High Voltage" by the Electric Six