Red Wine and Dreams

I am me. I know pretty deep -- but I ain't no fancy schmancy gal who knows the province wines come from or to smell a cork of wine once it is opened or to let it breathe. I do not understand the swirling approach or the fact that they make large glass things to let your wine breathe in which I THOUGHT WAS A CANDLE HOLDER - but I don't think we need the details here. Anyhoo. I am a simple girl. And I own this shirt.And this is how me and my friends roll.But I have become friends with wine snobs. that look at color and sniff and smell and groan and know temperatures and flavors and smokey and light and crisp and all those other things. I only have one word when it comes to wine -- Hiccup.

But I have let the peer pressure get to me so now I am sampling different wines and trying to learn. It all tastes like chicken to me -- kinda. I was sorta kidding. A little. Anyhoo -- things I learned last night: Merlot makes me dream -- vividly -- like nobody's business. Amen.

When I went to bed last night I was all by myself spread out like an eagle and loving every minute of it. And that's about how long it lasted, a minute. Then I heard the pitter patter of little footsteps... and a few minutes later another set came running down the hall. And I spent the night sandwiched between these two sweat hogs.But occasional they would roll over and wake me from my dreams -- and this one I remembered.

I walked into an old-fashioned Barber Shop in a Mayberry type town wearing a top hat. In the shop there were three gentlemen cutting hair:

Floyd the Barber from the Andy Griffith Show:

Colonel Sanders from Kentucky Fried Chicken:

And the midget with Steve-O And they were all wearing these exact outfits. I kid you not.
Anyhoo -- when I walked in they were all cutting hair and I was in a black sequin vest and bow tie, but took off my top hat cause I was respectful and all like that. I then pitched the idea that we start a barber shop quartet. In which Colonel Sanders LOVED and said he had been thinking the same thing. So I suggested we start off with "Hello Ma Baby." Ya know, the frog on Bugs Bunny use to sing it....

So I pulled out my harmonica and gave us a starting note and - well, I ain't one to brag and all, but WE WERE GOOD!

So we looked at each other and laughed and hugged and then the midget who stars in that one movie with Steve-O said, "How about this...."

And he started "Swing Low....sweet chariot comin for to carry me hooooooome."

And let me tell you..he could go loooooow.

So we then sang, "Daddy sings bass, Momma sings tenor me and little brother would join right in there."

We were hot -- So I suggested, "How about Boom I got your boyfriend, I got you man?"

And it got all quiet and someone walked in and made the bell on the door chime. And I picked up a bottle of RED WINE and poured a glass for all of us,

That's all I remember.

But I think it is VERY clear the meaning here.....What are your thoughts?