I went grocery shopping with my granddaughter yesterday. Her favorite aisle in the store is the beer and wine aisle, because it's cozily lit with dark wood paneling and plants. I told her, no--Grandma doesn't want to buy anything down there!
Yesterday morning I was at a meeting in the upstairs food court of another grocery store. I looked down over the meat aisle and saw one of their fifty strategically-placed wine displays. It has always ticked me off that they put wine in my face all over the store. This time I noticed that they even had it displayed over top of the frozen pizza!
Instead of being mad, though, i just rolled my eyes a little. I think that's a good sign--alcohol is beginning to exert less of an emotional grip on me. I hope I'm entering the phase where when I see it, I just say, "Whatever."