For Deb. I am home alone**, reading blogs, and knitting on another Noro scarf. That's sourdough bread and blue cheese on the plate (already eaten by the time I type this), and Fisheye chardonnay*** (already drun--, er, consumed). Say it with me now: Mmmmmmm!
* I find a particular delight in confounding the rules and being an outlier. Everyone else posts a lovely Eye Candy Friday photo with some text to go with it. I post three ECFs in one day. Sorry, I can't help it; give me a precedent and I'll find a reason not to follow it. It's called creativity. Deal with it.
** Yeah. Who in their right mind has Happy Hour alone? But Smokey is working and Matthew is at a bonfire, and today is the deadline for Deb's contest. So whatareyagonnado? I sucked it up and dealt myself a Happy Hour.
*** A winery with one of the more annoying websites ever devised. How does one get beyond the third page, the one with four bottle of wine/text/2 more bottles/music? Maybe that is all there is? But why does my cursor turn into a little hand -- the universal sign of a link to be followed -- when it floats over the image? Huh? Why?
