On our way into Sonoma recently, as we passed Sears Point Raceway (the name I knew growing up in Sonoma County – and the name I will continue to call it) Sexy Hubby decided – off the cuff – to make a pit stop.
A pit stop for wine.
{Who am I to resist such an offer??}
Wine. Glorious. Wine.
sounds delightful!
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