During one of our shopping ventures into the mountains, we told Anne to “beware” and not to drink the Glogg that was sure to be offered to her. I had tasted it before, and (yikes) it is really bad. I actually thought she had listened and wasn’t even the least bit interested. (Wasn’t that why she nodded okay?)
But I was so wrong. Before I knew it, she had slipped away and returned with an infamous cup of the stuff. She even took time to “smell it” as if it was a glass of fine wine! Ha!
It was nothing like fine wine!
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