Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Stomp'n...


It has been a while since the friends with vineyards and a winery in Southern Oregon have invited me back...  
I wonder...

9 comments:

  1. I see you got the gay commenter too. Ain't he sweet.

    Crush those grapes girl. Did you climb in there before or after the wine tasting.

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  2. Have you considered that you weren't invited back because you did the grape crushing while wearing cowboy boots and the vintage ended up tasting like sour cowhide and sweaty horse?

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  3. LL's comment brings quite a picture to mind, looks like fun! Ha, Ha!

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  4. ODIE: I just ignore/delete him cause I'm one of those AMERICAN women. I can't remember whether it was before or after...is that a good sign?

    LL: I had not thought of that, you could be right. That wine would have been perfect for berserker stew!

    CELIA: I wish I could remember how much fun it was...

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  5. You should have kept a cask or two for future consumption at round-ups, brandings, docking the young bulls and so forth. It would have been an appropriate marinade for rocky mountain oysters.

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  6. LL: Mtn oysters are never around long enough to be marinaded...
    They have a great Rose Jolee wine lip salve. (stocking stuffer for your beautiful girls!)

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  7. LOL, LL beat me to it, but I'm 'thinking' you had more fun than allowed... :-D

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  8. LSP: On the way Padre.

    OLD NFO: They don't call it "cowboy red mtn goofy" for noth'n!

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