I blame my father for my third spider bite in July. Same leg. Thigh. Back of knee. Front of thigh, just above the knee.
Dad distracted me, the third time.
It's thin-skinned. Temperamental. Ripens early. Miles Raymond, struggling writer in Sideways
New Zealand wine. It's supposed to be all about sauvignon blanc, right? Really grapefruit-ty white stuff from the Marlborough region is stuff I've long classified UNDRINKABLE. The only New Zealand wine I sort of like is Kim Crawford Unoaked Chardonnay, and only because it's unoaked. So, forgive me for having low expectations of New Zealand's adult grape juices when we landed.
MTM is from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He grew up eating things like frozen custard and cheese curds and Friday Fish Fry. He is a hot, slender man in spite of that early diet.
On the other hand, I have never lived north of the Mason-Dixon line. While I love to get out of The South, I would probably spontaneously combust if I tried to live anywhere else on earth. My Southern genes would likely attack themselves trying to recreate the hot, humid Hell I've always lived in.