So the other night I was enjoying some tub time, sipping on wine and singing along to Deanna Carter throwbacks. I was resting the wine between my chest, the perfect table for my glass: easy access, hands free, and stable (or so I thought).
I must have belted out Strawberry Wine a bit too intensely as the glass, obviously, tipped allowing some of the bath water to seep in. Thankfully it was practically empty so I quickly washed it out and re-filled the wine to the brim. (I’m also now learning I could be selling this dirty bath water online to men. That may be another post.)
Now I had essentially forgotten about this spilled wine. That is until just now as I went to start filling the tub for yet another bath, and behold the remnants of that evening below. A single wine tear. A sign of my times, folks. 🥲
the bad hag 