So I was out and about a few weeks ago and looking at wine bottles again, and ran across a few that made me laugh out loud.

I’m not sure that I think cupcakes when I think wine. Of course, I could be wrong.

After all, maybe wine and cupcakes could be a good mix. If it was a sweet wine. I wouldn’t think it would taste good to chase buttercream down with a dry wine. Or an oaky Chardonnay. I’d think it would make the wine taste funny.

 

 

Then there’s this one. You know, there are a lot of people out there who raise goats. And that’s a good thing. I’m just not real sure that when I think wine, I think about a goat. And I definitely don’t think about loving my goat.

In fact, I don’t really think about loving goats…ever.

Maybe that’s just me.

 

I’m still trying to figure out who Walter is.

I don’t get this one. I mean, seriously, I wasn’t aware that cowboys were known for drinking wine. 

Kinda thought they liked whiskey. Or sasparilla.

Even if we’re talking Zorro, I still don’t see the connection. And I like Zorro.

 

 

And then there’s this. I have no words.