There is nothing worse than the taste of red wine after teeth brushing. Yet I wanted to have a clean mouth before I corked the bottle. I think you should go try it now. step 1. brush your teeth (or as my mother says-your toofies) step 2. open that bottle of wine that you waited until your wild and crazy children went to bed to have step 3. you know step three, you live by it step 4. what is that taste? Seriously.
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Well K, it is a refreshing mixture of morning mist, mint, and huckleberry with a hint of dust and gravel. It begins bold and ends with just a touch of road tar that seems to linger on into the night.
that taste is probably sin festering in your mouth. at least that’s what the nuns always told me. oh, the guilt.
“road tar that seems to linger on into the night” is going to be the name of one of the poems that I will be required to write for class.
keywork- luckily I am not Catholic..although I grew up Baptist, less guilt but stricter rules.
yeah, I went to a Baptist University in Arkansas. I’m not catholic either, just did a two year stint in a Catholic Guilt Ditribution Facility. I always check the ‘other’ box for Religious Preferrence. Only because there rarely is a ‘none’ box.
I haven’t tried it with red wine but the same holds true for orange juice as well. (Screwdriver)
At least you can drink in the Catholic faith which takes the edge off the guilt.
Yes. Growing up we had the OJ from the frozen can and at breakfast I would have to munch on some Cheerios to get the taste out before I could drink my juice.
I am wondering now, what is better? No forced guilt or No alcohol?
Growing up in a Catholic family, alcohol was necesity to reward a mass full of stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down, stand up, kneel, stand up, kneel, sit down, stand up. Besides, WWJD?
I think it is obvious…He would turn my toothpaste into wine.
hi. Sorry to bother you but do you know anything about bunnies? Possibly trying to take over the world or destroy Christmas? They might hate Mare Winningham?