It's in his kiss

There's nothing like being drunk in the afternoon after having a delicious lunch. My neighbor, Albert, invited my mom and myself over for lunch, and what a splendid lunch it was. He made sure our wine glasses were never empty--which is always a plus in my books. I'm not a fan of white wine--this may be because I have failed to find a white wine to my liking--but the wine Albert presented was perfect.

Yeah. So here I am, sitting here with a small percentage of alcohol flowing through my veins. Albert is, like, the perfect guy for anyone. I might be just saying this because I'm tipsy, but a man who can cook is a godsend.

Seemingly stuffed, I shall lay down to sleep.