In spite of all the city scenes I love to post on my blog, I actually live in a rural setting, so when I get home,
it looks like this (note: those are not my boots. But I have a similar pair. )
Okay, the scene is set. But something's missing...
A little bit of bubbly. Not the real French stuff. That would cost too much and make me feel guilty. Besides, it would be too high falutin' to drink in these parts.
Oh my goodness, can the bottle be empty already?! And no more potato chips to boot?!
Let's look a little deeper into the situation...
To see just why I'm celebrating, please pay a visit HERE.
(I must admit, I'm feeling a bit like a barefoot contessa. Yes, you can put your feet up on the table here!)