The finer things.

On a typical weekend day, you can find my wife, Kristin, and me going on strolls around the Market Common, eating our Saturday lunch at California Pizza, hitting up the matinee at Grande 14, and discussing all things important in life. This past weekend on our Saturday date we gotten into a typical discussion. I like to say that I’m still a kid but my lovely wife insists that I am NOT a kid. Since I have “grown up,” I would like to think my tastes have become a bit more refined. However, our trip to the grocery store yesterday made me realize I’m not sure what that really means. Kristin and I were picking out some wine. We don’t have any idea what makes wine good (just that she likes wine!); however, I do know that an $11 bottle of wine at Bi-Lo is NOT as good as a $100 bottle wine. Staring blankly at the surprisingly large selection, we found ourselves picking the wine based on whether or not we liked the label and if it would go well with our home decor after the bottle was empty when Kristin puts some flowers in it and it finds its place on the kitchen bar….. We chose Crows Wood….. and one with an old french style drawing of a bicycle came in a close second.