Sunday night. After a long afternoon of football watching and beer drinking, topped off by oven-fried chicken with mashed potatoes, and kale with onions & bacon, my dear sweet husband has fallen asleep on the sofa with the dog.
He has also made the grievous error of leaving a full glass of delicious, cold Chardonnay on the table nearly untouched.
Am I going to drink my poor, sleeping husband's (clearly abandoned) glass of wine while he's asleep? Oh yes I am.