Wineless

Each January for the past two or three, my husband has gone on the wagon - no drinking from New Year's Day through the Super Bowl. While I respect his moxie, I have chosen not to participate. I feel like doing 10 months at a stretch a couple or three times is plenty; no need for voluntary Januaries. Unfortunately, though, he buys most of our beer and wine, and with that errand not particularly on the top of his mind, today I find myself completely wineless. It's the lamest.