Courvoisier and the Grapes

H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y A-M-A-R-E-T-T-O!!!!

HAPPY MEMORIAL EVERYBODY ELSE, I hope that you are as fortunate as me to spend my holiday weekend with three VERY cool women (Amaretto, Bellini and Rum Punch to be specific).

Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me solve a problem. Usually Courvoisier, has some idea what the correct response to every difficult scenario but this one I am not so sure...

Okay so where do I start, long story or short... I will tell the short, heck it is memorial day. Long story short, I'm chillin at a cookout and I notice people are snacking on some grapes.

No biggy you say?

Well, it is a biggy if you paid $10 for these grapes in anticipation of eating them next morning for breakfast. So what do you do? Okay, step one, no assumptions. I am not going to assume that those are my grapes. Let's find my grapes. Ut oh, I can't find MY grapes. IT IS MY GRAPES! (chuckle) What do I do?

I mean could I really be mad, that everybody is munching on my super sweet seedless grapes that I didn't even get to taste? I mean it is free for all if you rest something in the kitchen at a cookout. (sigh)

But why do I feel like the fox in the Fox and the Grapes Aesops fable? (chuckle) I know it is not exactly the same thing... but dang it, I want to scream to the top of my lungs, "Those grapes weren't sweet anyway!"

Much luv and sweet grapes until next week... peace :)