I’ve never developed a particular taste for beer or wine. Some people think it is a horrid thing that I have been unable to develop a taste for those beverages. I am willing to admit when it comes to my liquor consumption I either drink like a man or like the most frou-frou girl on the planet. Translation: I drink what I call “bitch beer” or I drink hard liquor. Bitch beer is liquor of the wine cooler variety and by hard liquor I usually means Appleton’s rum with Dr. Pepper.
However, there are other people in my life who have developed a taste for wine, and that becomes a problem in my house. You see…I don’t have corkscrews. Well, I did have a corkscrew, but a certain redhead borrowed it, then broke it, and then I didn’t have a corkscrew again.
When you happen to have said red head come over with a bottle of wine and there is no cork screw you must make certain exceptions to allow that person to open her wine bottles.
Yeah, that’s a drill. My NEW drill that my Dad and Grandpa sent to me so that I would have tools to fix the house. TO FIX THE HOUSE, not as a corkscrew.
But some certain redhead I know REALLY wanted into that bottle of wine. She begged and pleaded. She actually made me get the drill.
And then we actually used it to open a bottle of wine….twice. Since then she bought a new corkscrew for me, but we will always know that in a pinch we can go all redneck and get the power tools.