After a long day of grocery shopping, I DESERVED a mimosa. I mean, there was already open champagne … It would have been WASTEFUL to just let it … Defizz.
I knocked the nearly full champagne bottle onto the floor while reaching for a glass, shattering it into a quintillion pieces.
Did I fall to pieces? Did I flip out? I did not. I texted the husband and told him that clearly Jesus knew I’d had a DAY, and felt I should have wine instead.
Bigger glass, you know?