He's a Lucky Man
So, last night we celebrated our nineteenth wedding anniversary. My loving husband wanted to pamper me so we went out to eat at a fancy restaurant. Now, let me tell you; I'm not fancy. I'm West Texas country. I cant even pronounce the 'i' in oil. So, anyways, I always feel real simple in these places. But I can fake being sophisticated when I need to. (Thanks Grandmother). So the waitress brings complimentary champagne before our meal and I ordered wine, which I honelsty know nothing about. She brings the wine in this little pitcher looking thing and pours a smidgen in my glass for me to taste. I'm like, "it's great," like I have any idea if it is or not. It's not the worst I've ever tried so i qualified it as great. So, one glass of champagne and almost through the wine I'm feeling great. I turn into a genius, actually. Or so I thought. I wanted the salt and couldn't reach it and I pulled the table cloth closer to me to scoot the sa...