| No offense to all you Leos out there, but August is kind of the worst month. It's hot, summer vacations are becoming a thing of the past, and there aren't even any holidays to look forward to. I'm so incredibly ready to trade in my sandals for boots, my French vanilla for pumpkin spice, and my breezy rosé for a luscious red. That's why, in the spirit of wistfulness, I decided to buy every box of pinot noir I could find. Read more... |
