I hate white Zinfandel but hanging out with my mom is making me get used to it. Especially after drinking the entire bottle that my sister’s boyfriend bought my mom for her birthday yesterday. By myself….
"I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off."