I'm home alone. Not enjoying it because it's been happening way too much lately. The Cowboy is of course gone away to work, bless is hard workin' heart, and the girls are gone with my brother and friends on a snowboarding trip. So here I am alone and hungry.
I head for the kitchen and decide a glass of wine would be nice. I'm tired of drinking wine out of coffee mugs and plastic cups so I decide I'm going to find a glass. I dig around, not in this box, not in that box, must still all be out in storage at the ranch. But then I see it.......glass......a little sparkle, oh this will do! A tiny Mason jam jar. It's cute. I pour, I sip, I set it down on the counter and think......good grief I'm now drinking wine out of a Mason jar, will this madness ever end?