Ted was ultra pissed off at me last night when I opened a nice bottle (well, box really because I’ve lost my wine opener in my own mini manse and still can’t find it) of Pinot Grigio and forgot to pour him a glass as well. He gave me the finest stink eye in all of the South.
Forgot me? Forget you!
So after suggesting we share, he had to think about it for 30 minutes as I held the glass low enough for His Royal Highness to decide whether or not to take a chug.
I don’t want a drink now that you want me to have one.
After our cowboy stare down passed and the tumbleweeds rolled by, the stubborn kit cat caved.
Well, I can just smell it…
But then again, maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt, either.
Hmm…lip smackingly good.
But wait, I thought that was Captain!
After our disgruntled wine tasting experience, Mr. Bear concluded he prefers Skinny Pirates over white wine (takes after his Captain Morgan loving mother – my heart is bursting with pride only a cat mom can understand).
Whatever the happy hour has you guzzling tonight, we hope it’s whiska lickin’ good! We’ll be sticking to Skinny Pirates – and yes, I’ll be pouring two glasses.