I loathe--no wait--I despise talking on the telephone. Most know this about me and are hardly surprised when their calls are directly forwarded to my voicemail. They are equally not surprised when I fail to return phone calls after two weeks. Sad, but true. Perhaps I'd enjoy the blasted thing more if I had even the slightest capability to multi-task, which sadly, I do not.
My daughter, on the other hand, is a phone-talking multi-tasking machine. Don't ask me where she gets it. After all, determining who is going to call in the pizza on a Friday night can cause quite a rift in our household (which thankfully doesn't happen nearly as often, thanks to online pizza ordering...YES!). Anyway, I got the biggest kick out of eavesdropping on one of Avery's pretend phone conversations last night to her big bro. Between Vacation Bible School last week and Track n Field camp this week, Avery has been missing her "bubba" so much lately. While I found her conversation quite endearing, I was mostly impressed with her ability to simultaneously carry on a conversation while creating art (yes, I do consider green circles and scribbles art). She's quite a natural. Perhaps she can teach me a thing or two.
Wine Selection: Portteus Sangiovese 2007 Personal Rating: **Fair** Comments: I did not enjoy this wine very much, although I didn't try it with food. I think Eric liked it more than I did.
My Wine Personality:
For the most part I’m a chardonnay, as I consider myself to exhibit a somewhat sunny and mellow disposition
(most of the time), but because I find a tremendous amount of joy out of showering my two kids with hugs and
kisses, I also possess the subtle sweetness often found in a riesling. But don’t be fooled. I love a great
outdoor adventure and am willing to try anything once. This occasional display of boldness is thought to match
that of a cabernet, whereas my appreciation for nature suggests that I have an earthy component to my personality—very
characteristic of a merlot.
“Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1771