My children's piano teacher is also a friend of the family. She lives two blocks away and we are her only students. She has a "real" job during the day.
So when she arrived for the lesson last night, we learned she had a really long day and offered her some wine. But alas, like a sloshed Mrs. Hubbard, our wine cupboard was bare, except for half a bottle of some really nice port. (Note to self: buy wine.)
"No thanks. That'll put me to sleep."
I have another friend who has a similar response to red wine. Darn it, but nightcaps don't work like that for me.
When I was little, my mother would give me a cup of warm milk at night to help me sleep. Now the thought of warm milk is accompanied by an involuntary gag reflex. Until I realized that the latte that I like so much is more hot milk than hot espresso. So rather than take a bottle of red wine with me to bed, I'll slowly decrease the amount of espresso until I can drink the warmed milk like I could when I was a child. Nothing like warm milk (or good sex, but that's a blog for another day) to help you sleep.
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3 weeks ago
hmmmmm, odd that! I typed a comment and filled out the little password thingie it gave me and then flashed in red "required field must not be blank". So here goes again, but not verbatim.
ReplyDeleteI remember warm milk and honey as a kid. It would make me go joyjoy and fast asleep. Who has time these days for that stuff? Just pop two Tylenol PMs and become dependent. Non-addictive my ass!
Welcome to my world! I wish I had the time to read up on your world...I'm workin' a Christmas gift for someone very special.
ReplyDeleteI'll be back!
Hmmm.. well now. Forget the warm milk... go for the sex. :o)
ReplyDeleteAnd a couple of shots of Tequila!!
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