OK the title may seem very scary or perhaps dark for 8:30 in the morning. But I did something stupid and incredibly funny the other day- and when that happens I have to share. I have become very close with my friend Prosecco. Like it makes me smile to walk by the fridge and see it chilling for when it and I can have time together. Not like I am drinking it for breakfast (although some days I want to) but it has become my drink of choice when there is a small ray of sunshine and I can sit on our almost complete deck and take a DEEP breath. SO the other evening I decided "today has been a long day so I am going to have some Prosecco". I should also say I struggle with opening things. Jars, doors, wine bottles, twist off beer bottles and yes you guessed it Prosecco. So when I pulled and pulled and the cork would NOT come out I had a brilliant idea. I put the cork in my mouth and twisted trying to loosen it enough to be able to open it. Well open it I did. The damn thing shot right off and into my mouth. Picture it- a wine cork exploding straight down my esophagus. What would Ren tell our family, our kids? Death by wine cork? Luckily I caught it before it truly lodged in my throat. But it did change our relationship. Never thought I could die at the hands of Prosecco. Sometimes I make myself laugh. I guess if you have to go it could be worse.