This is the weekend where you remember Opening Day is only a scant 14 days away. Tomorrow “Momma” is going to wonder why you’re mowing the lawn without her having to ask six times, why you’re suddenly attentive, and why that squeaking laundry room door suddenly claims your undivided attention.
She’ll remember as soon as your behavior changes – and show her appreciation by leveraging the remaining thirteen days into a year’s worth of chores you failed to complete.
Secretly she’s thrilled you’ll be asking to abandon the family unit for the entire weekend – as she’s tired of your underwear in the sink, tired of your iron grip on the TV remote, and no longer considers your snores from the living room couch musical…
There’s another way to accomplish the same goal … it’s much less strenuous and keeps your dignity intact.
Take Momma, a couple sandwiches and a jug of the Good Grape ..
Here.
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… and here.
Now yank that cork, plunk her on the tailgate, and when she’s got a firm grip on that sandwich – ask “can you have the weekend off” …
No need to thank me.
No, but YOU might consider thanking he who suggested the conditions were as ripe as were the grapes that went into that vintage vino.
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I like the way you think! Those shots are pretty amazing – Are they the real deal or have you been hitting the photoshop after the the lawn’s been mowed?
Looks even more vivid under the influence of quality grape …
It’s one of those hidden gems, off the beaten path so few know of it, most roads are dirt and unmarked, and completely worth the trip.
Gorgeous photos. What a pretty spot.
So how did she respond after you popped the question?
She looked at me resentfully and suggested the bottle was all hers.