Christopher's grandmother has an old tan phone plugged into the wall near the guest bed. It has a curly cord and reminds me of the olden days (aka my youth aka 12 years ago). It made me so happy to see an "old" phone that I picked it up just to hear the dial tone and made Christopher listen to it also. I don't think he was quite as excited to hear a dial tone as I was.
Thursday night we stopped by Walgreens for wine and water bottles. An hour later I asked Christopher how he liked the wine and he replied with (and I quote), “Eh. It’s…eh. Just eh.” You can’t set the bar too high when you’re purchasing wine from a drug store. Walgreens is hardly Napa Valley.