Goldfish, Shiraz, and Australians
Tonight daughter wanted some Goldfish crackers. You know. Little itty bitty cheddar flavored crackers in the shape of tiny fish. Too bad for her, I finished what was left of them last night while she was at a sleepover.
She gave me an evil eye. But what she didn’t understand, was that I had to eat the fish crackers. Here is my logic.
I was hungry and drinking an Australian Shiraz while working on some web sites. I have developed a code for my fellow gay dudes and lesbians. We are “Australian”…because the men like the outback and the women like the bush. So, I was drinking Australian Shiraz, I was a hungry lesbian. Fish and lesbians, well you know. And voila. The only thing a lesbian could eat while drinking an Australian wine was fish crackers. This makes perfect sense to me. I will not explain it to my daughter.
I love the Australian bit. Bravo!