My coworker asked me the other day if I'm a vegetarian. I laughed. I'm a true Omnivore at its finest (and I'm convinced a Meat-O-Saur in a past life).
"No. Are you?"
"No. Just wondering. You always have lots of vegetables in the fridge."
I told him that I just really like vegetables, and my low blood sugar is more stable if I eat well. In truth, I was tickled he asked such a question. Not normally the type to ask people about life things. He nodded and agreed and busied himself further on his computer. And that was that.
Though I don't consider myself a health nut by any means. But, sometimes all I want to do in the whole entire world (times ten) is be in my kitchen and chop a bunch of vegetables and drink a glass of wine and munch on crisp tasty roughage and mix up a yummy Dill Dip and nibble on a polska and some hummus and get happy from the wine and the involvement of it all. That can be so deeply satisfying, there ends up being nothing else I really want out of my day. It's accomplishment.
And maybe it's mostly the wine, but I am perfectly okay with that. I tell you what, I can't think of a time when wine doesn't make me giddy and elated, and I am sure my friends who partake passionately in the vino feel the same way. I've started to question why I don't incorporate this into my daily life. Besides work, and, well, driving a car. But other than that, I think I need to take getting buzzed on a regular basis much more seriously.
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