There is no doubt about it a woman invented wine.
A man may
refine it and take over it and play god only knows what with it, but a woman definitely
invented it.
While Man was out hunting and doing it large on the I AM MAN
front in the Stone Age, Woman was left at home with the kids bored out of her
tiny mind with all that gathering, skinning, curing, preserving, hand painting
lark waiting for him to make an appearance so she could get out of the cave and
let her hair down for a bit like she used to before like when she had a career...
So, there she is looking at a bunch of withered grapes and
going how in the heck am I going to make this lot stretch all winter when she
says what the heck and throws them at the wall in frustration. A few days later
she comes across the mess she hurriedly hid when HE came home and says smells
nice and takes a sip. It tastes good and before she knows it she’s rolling and
the fact that she’s left for days on end on her tod makes no difference at all.
He comes home and finds she’s way more amenable than ever before
and the rest they say is history…
Tonight I have certainly indulged - it has taken the edge off
a clearly stressful day of toing and froing and not getting very much done
other than dropping off and collecting boys from school, sorting out compulsory
after school activities, seeing the community paediatrician, doing the laundry,
feeding the chickens, working out how to save a feral whippet from a fate worse
than death (here’s hoping Cesar Milan will come up trumps) picking up and
dropping off the painter, squeezing in two hours of work and still only getting one story to the editor all rounded off by spending three
hours on homework which should have only taken 20 minutes...
I am only two days into the school year but the end of it I
will be a certified dipsomaniac!
3 comments:
Oh, Tattie! Your life is a sad tale, isn't it? Only the second day into school, and with a million clouds of disaster hanging about about head. I certainly understand.
As to women and wine, it seems logical enough. But they didn't have to supervise two hour of homework a night. Though they faced other challenges.
I hope your wine leaves you with less to worry about.
Blessings, Bear hugs, and chocolate!
Rob-bear - it is a sad tale indeed but hey the school year is yet young and I amy surprise myself..homework may get easier!
Don't hold your breath - they start doing it on laptops and then you haven't a hope in hell unless you sit and watch over their shoulder for a few hours!
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