Day 45

I am the proud new owner of hot pink shoulders and hot pink cheeks. It's about damn time. I was turning see-through. More green, really. It was gross. I'd rather be hot pink. 

It was also a momentous day at the wine shop. I picked out and sold TWO bottles of wine all by myself. I threw out the ol' oh this is a white but it drinks like a red because homeboy let the skins chill with the grapes a little longer. It's "complex". Sold! Suckers. 

Time for some Active Voice v. Passive Voice. The most unsexy way to top off the first 80 degree weekend of the year, I know. But I'll take grammar on my stoop on a Sunday night over robot Monday mornings at the office any day. Or for now at least.