Wine Labels Don't Lie
We celebrated our anniversary a week or so ago. Don't we look pretty?
We went to a great dinner at the restaurant Phil proposed at. We ordered a nice bottle of wine. Look what Phil picked.
It is called The Prisoner. Yes, that is a man in shackles, folks. With a hood (and not the good kind).
I went to Target this weekend, and I picked up a bottle of this, which seems much more appropriate to celebrate 19 years of dating/marriage.
It reminds me of the time our AP English teacher made us pick which love poem we preferred to be used to describe us:
A little Wordsworth: She was a phantom of delight, when first she gleamed upon my sight...
or a little Byron: She walks in beauty, like the night...
I guess one of us thinks our love is a phantom, and one of us wants to walk in beauty.
We went to a great dinner at the restaurant Phil proposed at. We ordered a nice bottle of wine. Look what Phil picked.
It is called The Prisoner. Yes, that is a man in shackles, folks. With a hood (and not the good kind).
I went to Target this weekend, and I picked up a bottle of this, which seems much more appropriate to celebrate 19 years of dating/marriage.
It reminds me of the time our AP English teacher made us pick which love poem we preferred to be used to describe us:
A little Wordsworth: She was a phantom of delight, when first she gleamed upon my sight...
or a little Byron: She walks in beauty, like the night...
I guess one of us thinks our love is a phantom, and one of us wants to walk in beauty.
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