It is impossible to drink too much white zinfandel. Just thought I’d inform you and save you the time and effort. I tried. Tastes great with fresh fruit on a hot summer day, but other than the taste, it’s useless. It’s like a more useless version of sangria. At least sangria has fizz. And hard liquor. White zin has pretty much nothing. It’s not even wine legally. I mean it is, but it shouldn’t be. It’s mostly just pink water with some fruit flavors, like a Capri Sun for adults. Not enough sugar to get you hyper, but as a kid, it made you feel almost as cool as the kids running around high on Kool Aid. Yeah, like that.

So that about sums up my life lately. Work is busy as shit, and there’s not enough time in the day. Got some help coming on board (thank goodness) and if it wasn’t for them, I’d be even more insane than I already am. And that’s saying something. Also thinking of updating my old WordPress blog that is useless and I never post on for updates on my new horse Tyler, who’s brilliant and fun and amazing….when he’s not trying to kill me. Yes, I am sitting on the couch icing my back right now from an injury he dished out to me last Saturday. Over a week ago. Slick ass schoolmaster of a horse…

Ah but I have wine. Real wine. Yellow Tail’s Pino Noir, so it’s red, real red, not pink, and tastes pretty good too. Although honestly at this point in my day/month/year/life I wouldn’t give two shits about how it tastes if it can manage to get my blood pressure and stress level down. Because wine. Yup, that’s about all I’ve got. It’s cheaper than therapy and is helping my back too. #winning