Who wants to come over and drink wine and sing and dance to Mama Mia? Or Glee. You can pick. But you have to bring wine. Or Vodka. You can pick. I suppose you don't have to dance if you don't want to. You might have plantar fasciitis like I do. Then you won't want to dance. Because it hurts to dance. But you do have to bring wine. Then again you might not enjoy singing. You don't have to sing. You do have to bring wine though. Preferably a really good semi-sweet red. Or Vodka. You can pick. I think I have mixers in the fridge. There might be some snacks in there too. Unless you already ate supper. You might not be hungry. But I'm sure you could go for some wine. Stop and get some will ya?
Ya. Thanks. See you in a bit.
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I'll bring the Vodka, no wine for me. But, it might be gone by the time I get there from drinking it each night at the hotel on the long drive. Sigh. I wish you lived closer.
Ummm....are you talkin' to me? *giggle*
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