Me and my big mouth.
Me and my pathetic volume conversion skills.
The other night Jake and I were in the kitchen bottling a batch of home-brew when we started talking about wine bottles vs. beer bottles. Jake mentioned that a wine bottle doesn’t hold as much volume as it appears. In fact, he said, a 750 ml bottle only holds 2 1/2 long-neck beers.
I snorted and said, hogwash. A wine bottle holds at least 3 1/2 to 4 beers, otherwise why do women feel guilty when they drink an entire bottle? (You see that my powers of deduction aren’t very sharp.) Sensing an opportunity to milk the debate to greater effect, I bet him that a wine bottle holds at least 3 1/2 beers, adding with a delighted cackle that the loser must run naked across the lawn. The lawn part of our property is 4 acres and runs adjacent to a fairly busy country road.
Jake replied, “You’re on, streaker.”
I grabbed an empty wine bottle and empty Corona bottle and proceeded to fill the Corona bottle with water, dumping it into the wine bottle…..and….I was….dismayed to see the level of liquid rise so…fast.
You can see where this is going.
I thought Jake would be a gentlemen about it, and give his loving, devoted wife a pass. It is not so. Tonight I run naked. He’s not even letting me wear a sport’s bra. Said that’s what my hands are for.
All original content © 2012 by Jessie Knadler
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The streak is on! After losing one too many bets to my hubs, all bets are now off. It’s more of a “well, let’s just google it, hon” approach these days. Much more benign. And your pride is kept in tact. May the light of many headlights not shine upon you!
Well, one pair of headlights did shine upon me, actually. I had to hide behind a tree like a frightened squirrel until the truck passed.
Love it for two reasons.
#1 You had to run around necked, heh, heh.
#2 Now I don’t have to feel bad about downing a bottle of wine, not that I ever have really, heh, heh.
I’m with you, Kathryn. No more wine guilt.
Read your blog…… kept this info to myself (and the kids, the hubby and my dad inside!) until after the fact-you can thank me later!!!! I would never bet my hubby, he would probably have even less mercy on me than Jake had for you. Anyway-the wine thing is good to know. I’ll have two bottles avail. next time we get together!
Yvonne, you really are the best neighbor: NOT telling your extended family in advance about my naked streak across the yard. I owe you big! BIG!
Ooo-hoo-hoo! Love this!
Yeah, it wasn’t one of my prouder moments.