jeepers mim i didnt realize we had a page/time goal.
whoopsie!
ok great now we’re on page 17.
so the wine story.
about 6 months ago, we had a hellacious day at the pharmacy. Horse face called off, and i was left with dumb, dumber, and the catatonically slow phamacist for the first half of my shift. second half, the superheroine pharmacist comes in, but we’re still drowning.
and not just normal busy, but customers being bigger assholes than usual crazy.
so i stayed for an extra 2 hours to try and help get things steadied.
i didnt eat or pee for 10 hours.
i decided i deserved a bottle of wine, as i didnt have any in the house.
I carried it home, and up my stairs (live on the second floor), when i set down my keys the bag slipped out of my hand and bounced down all 17 wooden stairs onto the landing in front of the door. I watched in despair, simultaneously configuring a device through which i could filter the wine of its glass shards, and wondering how long it would take me to clean all that up.
i get to the bottom of the stairs to discover that the bottle didnt break. no crack, no dent, no bruise, no scratched label.
i realized god wants me to drink.
it was this same brand of wine, called, “oops.”
an im havin some pizza rolls.



