The Man Who lives in my house-swirling something in a wine glass: "Mmmm, taste this."
Me, sipping: "Wow. That's good. I can taste really good shoes."
The Man Who Lives In My House: "Ha Ha Ha, that's funny because it is Italian."
(The Wine in question was a 2004 Ronco Malo Barbera. And I meant the part about tasting of shoes in the nicest possible way. Lovely new, unworn shoes, hand made by a cobbler in Rome. Nice.)
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