On the oil-covered slip-n-slide straight to hell….

There’s a four-pack of wine in my fridge. You know, those individual small bottles that are so perfect for ONE glass without exposing the rest to oxygenation and general yuck? Yeah, those.

Which means there’s wine in My Mom’s fridge.

So far, however, most of the commentary has been along the lines of “WHAT is that in my fridge??!!??”