Every trip my hubs and I take usually involves some sort of having wine. And this wine usually is at the beginning of the day or the trip. Never at the end of an evening where I can blame the prior glass (um, bottle).
Never fails. We will be sitting there having a nice time. For some reason my hand lifts up and throws the wine his way. No reason. I just knock it over. Right on top of him.
A few years ago I almost ruined his brand new shirt. This trip it went all over his pants, hoodie, everything.
Am I nervous? Surely not. I have been with him for 8 years now. There is nothing to be nervous about.
It always happens when we are in secluded places too. Never really in a crowded restaurant or somewhere that I can blame others.
Yesterday was the same. Quite place. People watching. Hey, what’s that, oh haven’t spilled wine lately. Bam! Wine everywhere.
Your hubs is very lucky. You could be spelling hot onion soup instead. And nothing like wearing the wine to-go!