Our Book Club is Better Than Yours

Reading.  I've always enjoyed reading.  When I was little my dad used to read to me every night.  Even when I learned to read myself, my dad would read to me.  He'd come in and let me pick out a book for him to read.  Through my advanced powers of persuasion (i.e. saying please, being adorable and the baby of the family) I usually could get him to read three or four a night.  I would make all kinds of promises about cleaning my room and getting up early just so daddy would read to me more.  He read every Dr. Seuss book I had and Berenstein Bears books...and my personal favorite: The Very Hungry Caterpillar... backwards.  Yup.  Backwards.  My dad is and was amazing.  I would often continue reading after he left me to go to sleep.  My parents would wake up to a pile of books haphazardly thrown onto the floor next to my bed.  I was voracious.

Since When Isn't Wine a Food??? (My Weekend in Review)

This weekend was busy.  In a good way.  This weekend was busy in a good way.  I started my weekend early and am proud to report that I had a fun time cramming in a lot of new experiences.  I had the most fun dinner with one of my most fun friends, I got to be a passenger in my own car for many hours (which came after a small car-care snafu,) met a new tiny human, celebrated a birthday and showed off my knowledge of the 4 basic food groups: wine, wine, wine and wine.