WINE

I''m afraid to go upstairs.

Last night we had some new neighbors over and had a great time.

But when they left, after cleaning up, I decided to go upstairs to watch a little TV and finish the very nice red wine. It was a rather full glass. I sipped, watched the news, the weather, then some Keith Olbermann via TiVo.

Our hero - me - was dressed in new pants, shirt, shoes, sitting on the carpet because our rule is, no food or drink on the couch. The carpet had been cleaned a day ago.

I fell asleep. The glass stem dipped. I soaked myself and the floor with nice red wine.

I have newly defined "mess."