I woke up feeling very pleased with myself. It's a holiday and I managed to get out of bed by 8am. But I'm not at my best when I wake up. I just don't know how moved the wine case, and out tumbled two whole bottles, good bottles of vintage wine. The thing is when they're on the floor they make as much mess as mediocre red wine. I just looked in horror at the bleeding looking floor at first, I just couldn't believe it, not just when the maid has been. Well only one thing to it, my plan of reading something and having a quiet coffee lost in space, I had to scoop up the whole thing, which isn't easy when you're trying not to cut yourself in the process. Because glass is glass whether it's vintage or not. I cut myself only once, and that is good in the cutting myself stakes. I actually thought the floor looked cool, maybe I should get some blood red tiles in, that should make the house look like a towering inferno, there's enough red as it is. It also would be a perfect shade of nail polish, call it something like wine all over the kitchen floor shade. And the perfect colour of red shoe pumps, or lipstick. Actually the perfect red for everything except for wine which has to be cleared up.
It's not almost 11 in the morning, and I've painted my nails this demure Dulche de Leche in contrast. I'll be busy all afternoon, which is not a good thing seeing I'm sleepy already. It's always happening when I've something in the afternoon, but never happened when I'm free to sleep. Well it's how life is, one series of contradictions, except for the always staple red red wine.
It's not almost 11 in the morning, and I've painted my nails this demure Dulche de Leche in contrast. I'll be busy all afternoon, which is not a good thing seeing I'm sleepy already. It's always happening when I've something in the afternoon, but never happened when I'm free to sleep. Well it's how life is, one series of contradictions, except for the always staple red red wine.
