Fre, my new frie

This no-drinking thing the doctors have come up with hasn’t been as bad as I thought. I mean, I always have a clear head, I wake up feeling pretty good and I don’t have to worry about staying something stupid (well, at least, not because I’ve been drinking). I do, however, miss my wine.

I got this shirt to express my feelings:

And that wine I’m holding? The alcohol has been removed! It’s called Fre. It's my new frie.
A pregnant buddy told me about it. Frank thinks it tastes like grape juice. I’m fine with it. It totally tricks me and makes me think I’m part of the party.

So maybe it doesn’t taste EXACTLY like wine. But hey, preggars can’t be choosers.