Champagne Tastes

I sent the link to the Christmas list post to my sister, brother, mother, the boy, and I can't remember who else. Apparently my mother and my sister had quite the conversation about my wish list, which can be condensed to one thought: Doesn't she have champagne tastes?

Well, yeah, I do! Momma, never forget who raised me. And sister, haven't you always told me to get the best that I can have in this world? So why are you surprised to find out that I like the finer things in life? Also, please remember, this is a wish list. This is not a list of requirements. It's to assist you in knowing what I'd like to have. It is certainly not all-inclusive, nor is the link exactly what I might want. (Except the knives. I really want that knife set.) Honestly, I'll be happy if you get me anything at all.

But sis? There's something you should know before you decide that I'm too big for my britches. Momma told me about your and her conversation about me while I was helping pick out your present, which is coming from a store that specializes in blue boxes.