“What do you mean, you’re too tired to make a blog post?”
I open with a shot of Vincent Price giving the side-eye. I don’t know why I’m so tired. It was a perfectly normal day at work, and I did not go running after. But there is no use in asking why. For one reason, it might lead to half-baked philosophy more suitable for Lame Post Friday (oh the pain of looking down the long, long week till Friday!) (Oh, quit rolling your eyes and playing the miniature violins; it was a joke!).
Where was I? Ah yes, Monstrous Monday. I wonder if it wouldn’t be more pleasant to have Merlot Monday. I know, only if I brought enough to share.
“Did you say Merlot?”
The above would be an example of a monster of the human variety. I know that no wine was involved in Psycho. I would just imagine the plot would have taken a few turns had there been wine involved.
“You have wine?”
Of course I had to include Nosferatu. In the Bela Lugosi Dracula, the Count famously says, “I never drink wine,” a line also used by Martin Landau as Bela in Ed Wood. I must say, that is where they and I differ.
My friend Bruce would say, “Don’t whine! WINE!!!” He has a point. Well I have tried not to whine too much about being tired, but there are those who will accuse you of whining on the flimsiest evidence (you know who you are) (and it is so flimsy evidence!). In any case, I see I am over 250 words. Perhaps a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. It’s not alliterative, but it tastes so good.
Mohawk Valley Girl 