that hit me last night?
I sure would like to kick its whatzis.... just to get even.
But I am afraid that would break all toes and more.
On top of the weariness and aches the tank encounter left behind.
That I made it and got up was truly a miracle. And no Champagne Breakfast waiting!
Ah, the joys of age!
Lovely ain't they?
Too tired, even, to read! That says a lot for me!
A couple days ago I finished reading about LaVeuve! Vive La Veuve! Clicquot Ponsardin that is!
BTW did you know that it was actually the English who paved the way for the bubbles in champagne?