Would you believe me if I told you that I had turned water into wine?
Last night I decided there was no way I was eating my delicious homemade spaghetti and meatballs without a glass of wine; especially since the recipe calls for 1/2 cup of red wine. No way was I opening a bottle just to have it sit in the fridge for the rest of the month.
Plus, there's always a chance that I'll die of exhaustion tonight at work and I'd really rather to have died having had a glass of wine (or two) during a wonderfully satisfying meal.
Elijah was a good man and agreed to have a glass as well. You can consider our aqua-month over!
