Upon coming home from Hawaii, I told myself I was going to stop drinking. Not because I drink that much, simmer down--I consume only about two glasses of wine a night, which, considering my current state of my grief, I think is pretty darn good. No, simply to get back to the uber healthy zone (funny how my AutoCorrect capitalizes Uber now. Isn't that interesting… Uber, the pronoun, has made its way into my electronic alphabet. It's actually derivative from German, the literal meaning "above" and defined as "an outstanding or supreme example of a particular kind of person or thing"…… and I was using it long before the multibillion-dollar corporation existed. Just sayin.) It was pure gluttony again in Hawaii and my body ain't running on optimal levels, esp now that I don't sleep anymore, so first thing is to cut out the booze.
But that is not with the universe is telling me… Because the day I got home this arrived:
Let's be Mermaids? yes, let's.
Then I went to Trader Joe's and this was there and look at the title! I mean, of course I HAD to buy it. And it happens to be absolutely 100% delicious):
THEN, I came home to surprise visitors so then this happened:
so really, I'm just sooooo in tune with the universe, I apparently have no choice but to listen to it and drink more rosè.