…on homemade peach wine. My homemade peach wine. ’98 — a good year. Gus had only a glass out of the bottle. I drank the rest. I worked outside this morning. Damn good thing, too. ‘Cause I’m just about useless right now. ’98 peach wine. A good year. I remember making it. This was the wine that got my niece, Alisa and all her bridesmaids drunk at her wedding shower. Only the raspberry was better than this year’s peach wine. Did you know that homemade wine goes far above the 12% alcohol limit for wine?
Sister and brother-in-law, friends Gus and Biz, and Barbara from next door plus his dad for dinner tonight. (gee it’s hard making typing this coherently. I very seldom drink!)) Maybe I shouldn’ta got online…) But I seldom drink and homemade wine is quite potent, you know.
Got a 93 on my Nutrition exam. Kinda wrecks my argument on the static. Guess I heard enough to make sense of it.
Jim’s dad is weird. We thought he was in the bathroom, but it turns out he left without saying anything. He’s decidedly strange. Just up and left. And, I forgot to go for a ride on the Ducati with Gus. Or the Porshe with Jim. Am I getting old?
Oh well. Tomorrow’s another day.
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“shouldn’ta” ??
Sweet!
}:)
Yeah, shouldn’ta. Short for “should not have.” I suppose I could have contracted it to “shouldn’tve” but my speech was a bit slurred, so I threw out the v along with the o, the h and the e, but kept the a. If I was really drunk, I would’ve typed “shunta,” which would probably be closer to how I would have enunciated it at the time.