Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Bad News

I have some bad news. Fortunately it mostly only affects me. It's not the "no chance of
low cost health insurance for anyone" type of bad news. It's the "experiment gone wrong" type of bad news.

Thanksgiving day was supposed to be the first official tasting of my first attempt at wine making. Sadly, my barrel was tainted, and only the dozen or so maggots I found floating in it were able to imbibe...and they excess. I was going to take pictures but didn't want any of you who may receive future bottles to have that image in your mind. Trust me, I thought about skimming the juicy buggers right off the top. It is alcohol. But thought I could wait until next year and give it another try. Bennett's Bin 1 may have gone down the drain, but Bin 2
will be in the works for next Christmas.

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