Its finally feeling like summer here in mid-Missouri. After installing a window unit A.C. (with nary a scratch to my nail polish I might add) it was time for wine.

I pulled out the double bottle of white that I had in the fridge. I’m not telling you what brand it was because Heather just wrote a whole post about all the wine she drank in Napa and my wine is not that fancy. Clearly as it comes in a double bottle.
Regardless, I pulled out the corkscrew, I have one of those fancy lift-the-lever kinds not a simple screwy one. As I’m preparing to open the bottle I was thinking of my two best friends and considered texting them to let them know I wished-they-were-here because we all like to drink wine together. Of course, them not being here does mean more wine for me, which is a nice consolation prize.
Anyway I have this fancy corkscrew my dad gave me for christmas a few years ago. Sometimes you have to work with it a little bit, put a little elbow grease into it, but it is by and large simpler/easier than a traditional corkscrew. It was however being ornery tonight. So I put a little more effort into it.
Can you see where this is going?
As I’m lifting on it the handle literally snapped off which in turn caused the hand that was holding the handle to snap back. Right into my face. I literally almost punched myself in the eye.
I know what you’re thinking. But don’t worry, the bottle was fine. It still had the cork in it though. Which was a problem. Because as much as I wanted wine before, I really wanted it after being assaulted. Luckily I keep a spare ‘waiters corkscrew’ on hand for just such occasions. Wine is like coffee, nothing stands between me and the beverage I want. Pretty sure in the case of wine its genetic though.
Case in Point: Not long after my sister moved to texas she went to open a bottle of wine and realized she had no corkscrew. But she really really wanted some wine. So she sat down in the middle of her floor with a screwdriver and a hammer and dug that damn cork out. Actually she pushed it down into the bottle. But the end result was the same- Wine in a glass. She then posted the story on facebook and very quickly received several corkscrews in the mail. One from me of course.
So. The morale of the story is have an extra corkscrew. And if you accidentally punch yourself in the face, well shit happens. Pour a bigger glass.