The other night, we were drinking a Cabernet Sauvignon, and she asked, what is that flavor I'm tasting? I said, "I taste plum." She said, "no...more like blackberry." I let it drop, knowing that in my mouth, it tasted like plums. She went to the computer (fired up the "hard drive") and looked up the tasting notes on this particular wine. She came back in the room, gave me a high five, and said, "you were right, it was plum." It made me feel good, and since she was the one that was pushing for the answer, she didn't feel bad at my expense. More Confidobics in action!
Hairdog, who thought he married Ms. Right, but didn't realize her first name was "Always."
